Inspired By Elmer – Book Exerpt

September 12, 2014
There is so much to go through when someone you love dies . . . practical and emotional. In going through more of my Mom’s things, I found a very few letters from her Dad to her Mom. I wish I had more. He died young so I never knew him but the letters painted a picture of a special man, Elmer – my grandfather. His letters spoke of his great love for Nana and also of ordinary events in his day. Love is like that. It enlightens us to the extraordinary in our seeming ordinary day . . .-from: “INSPIRED BY ELMER – Letters From My Grandfather” by Martha L Shaw
PATH IN THE WOODS

April Rain And Poetry

April 24, 2014

Martha L Shaw:

Poetry resources

Originally posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin:

Today seems like a good day to finish my submission of poems for the Haiku Society of America 2014 Members’ Anthology.  Gary Hotham is the Editor.  This link goes to the page about the anthology at their website:

http://www.hsa-haiku.org/member-anthol.htm.

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I’m also reading Spilled Milk: Haiku Destinies by Gary Hotham.  This beautiful book was published by Pinyon Publishing in 2010.  The book includes Sumi-E Watercolors by Susan E. Elliott.

http://www.pinyon-publishing.com

As you know, Luci Shaw is a favorite poet, and I learned of Pinyon Publishing in Colorado, when I ordered her book Harvesting Fog: Poems by Luci Shaw (2010).

http://www.lucishaw.com

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The leaves of perennials are beginning to grow through last year’s fallen leaves.

Blessings, Ellen

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Six Word Friday – Twist

February 21, 2014

A new twist?

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February 14, 2014

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I didn’t like the music

Until I began to dance

And that made all the difference.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2-14-2014


Marked As Christ’s Own

November 9, 2013

By Martha L Shaw – ©11-9-2013

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The tough wooden cross in my hand was given to me by a man I’d never met before this past Thursday when by chance or design we prayed together then he shared testimony with me.  As my wounded spirit soared I shared mine with him as well.  Time and other responsibility flew as we were drawn together and when we parted he gave me a small wooden cross carved by hand from a bit of storm severed cypress and by a man I will never know.

This morning when the crisis of the moment which kept me from sleep last night find a way to steal my joy of the new morning, I retreated to my quiet place and gripped this cross in my tremor ravaged left hand.  I could not think or pray but only rest in my quiet place and grip it.  I came to feel the love and prayers of the one who carved it.  I realized my pain lessened as did my tremors.  Just now as I pondered this knowing it was not any  holistic healing power in the wood nor in the preserving oil, but in the significance it held, I looked at it and saw that nature had damaged the wood in a way that took my spirit higher still.  There are tiny cracks the eye, or mine anyway, needed to look closely to see.  Where do these cracks appear?   Just where Jesus hands and feet would have been if this had been the tree on which He gave His life for me.



Believe!

November 3, 2013

If we believe in the absolute power and love of God then we must also believe our lives, our joys and our challenges, are in His hands. – Martha L Shaw  11-3-2013


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