Author Archives: April Lee

the truth is one
completes the other
though it can be
easy to lose track

sometimes it feels like
that song skinny love
just trying to last
through the fragile eras

the moments slipping
by untouched and
unnoticed, unable
to be retrieved

taken for granted
slighted or aggrieved
no one ever as perfect
as the other needs

both just trying to
live those best lives
day by day

always reaching for
the stars, not often
left disappointed

but once in a while
a bit scraped up
metaphorically bruised

goodbyes and regrets
hellos and promises
enduring, enriching

fighting for that
individual voice
but also striving
to mesh as well

passport stamps
strawberries & cream
living united
living free
 
 
 
 

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ups and downs
entrances and exits
arrivals and departures

sometimes life feels like a hurricane
difficult days
sad emotional days
momentous wonderful days too

but wherever there is motion
there is momentum
and we can always begin again

to recapture our energy
to realign with our rhythm
to concentrate on feeling whole again

of course there will be obstacles
things that get in the way

we must cut ourselves some slack
when the “to do” list
doesn’t line up exactly with the “done” list

because beating ourselves up
for not being perfect
ultimately defeats
the entire purpose of living

we know there will be those days
days when we’re sick or tired or injured
days when we’re feeling really down

so we must try our hardest
to avoid rigidity
and welcome flexibility
to make adjustments
when and where we can

to go gently
to not make excuses
to just notice and forgive
adjust and restart

to absolutely stop watching
the highway of life pass us by
and jump into the car with
the smoothest ride

ups and downs
entrances and exits
arrivals and departures

me, masked
sestri levante, italy
8 july 2020

it’s been a
wild and wacky entrance

late snowfalls
cool temperatures
even a broken wrist

but spring has finally sprung
at my north idaho haven

the tulips at the pink house
bringing a drop of loveliness and
a promise of hope with each bloom

 
 
 
 

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one month ago, left arm intact

 
 
after the fall with my new twisted wrist

 
 
heading into surgery, dreaded IV inserted

 
 
two weeks post-op with a hardware assist

 
 
it’s been quite a month
not really what i’d planned

but today i’m turning sixty
celebrating who i am
 
 
 
 

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as we all
know, but
as we all
must be reminded,
sometimes life
throws us a curveball

my latest ball was
hurled at me
at 77 mph
three days ago

a broken wrist
and suddenly
broken plans
broken ways
of doing things
too

the first thing
i said to my husband
when he suggested
going to the ER was
“but i haven’t
brushed my teeth!”

because this is not the
neat tidy way things
should unfold, this was
never on my schedule

until monday i was
on a roll dancing,
practicing qigong,
and using my bosu ball
daily, every day since
january one, not now

and for months i’ve had a
trip to missoula planned
with my two lifelong besties
for this upcoming weekend
now they will laugh and talk
into the night without me

life is not perfect
life is not predictable
we cannot control events
we cannot grasp too tightly

curveballs catch us unaware
we don’t know where the pitch
might land, so
flexibility is crucial
we must be ready to bat
we must be ready to adapt

 
 
NOTE: “a typical curveball in the major collegiate level and above will average between 65 and 80 mph, with the average MLB curve at 77 mph” since 7 is my favorite number, i went with the average 🙂
 
 
 
 

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