“Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!”
― Clint Eastwood, Heartbreak Ridge
Fixing it on the fly. We find the pieces that fit perfectly if we can, but sometimes finding the part of the puzzle that works for right now and changing the way we do things, is all we can ask for. It’s getting over that hump that allows us to overcome. Improvise, adapt and overcome.
Every one of us needs to apply these tenets from time to time whether out of necessity or to change things up. Sometimes challenges become so daunting that we need to step away and reassess our priorities. I find myself at that crossroads. And thus the need to improvise, adapt and overcome.
Those of you who have kept watch over me on Facebook know I have closed my account (maybe temporarily, maybe permanently – that remains to be seen). I’m told everyone gets to that point and steps back (or feels the urge to) to return sometime in the future. My choice is not due to frustrations with the network (although they are there).
I, and another member of my family are dealing with some issues that have become life altering. I am having health concerns and treatments will take me away from my environs and require me to improvise and adapt the ways I’ve done things.
Thus the reason for closing my Facebook account. But, the saddest part of all this is, I will not be able to continue on here at POETIC BLOOMINGS for the foreseeable future. I must recuse myself from these responsibilities. Marie and I are working out details of a new hierarchy at PB with some possible minor involvement by me when I can, if I can. My priorities have shifted greatly and time is a precious commodity that must be used frugally; needs to be spent in other areas, mainly with my wife and daughters (and son-in-law and grand dog, Guinness).
But, so as the last four years of poetry haven’t been for naught (four years that if I had back, would have been utilized differently), I will work at getting my prior works organized with an eye towards possible publication. I still have irons in the fire, and they need resolution of some sort. Hopefully, this ‘hiatus’ will help in that matter. My blogs, Through the Eyes of a Poet’s Heart and Across the Lake, Eerily (where Marie and I have rejoined forces to continue) will be the places to find any new works of mine. Until I can return to a much more hectic work load, this will have to suffice!
If you wish, you can request my e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org. Or you could just contact me there. I will try to keep you updated with my progress. (Please know I am actually a very private person, so sharing these facts with my chosen family are as far as I need them to go. My immediate family has been informed, and now so have you. Everyone who needs to know, does.)
Continue to bloom brightly here while this old gardener hoes the road he’s currently on. And in an attempt to improvise, adapt and overcome, my final prompt for now will concern these three actions. Write an adapt or adaptation poem. Write about changing something for the better. Write an adaptation of a prior work, yours or someone else’s. Write about overcoming an obstacle. Improvise, Adapt and Overcome! We’ll all be better for it.
Be well and stay productive.
Note from Marie Elena: Walt and I became poetically attached at the hip back in 2009, and have walked in stride ever since. Opening the Poetic Bloomings garden gate seemed a natural fit for the two of us. While I understand and deeply respect his need to step away from his full duties here, I realize the necessity of a fellow gardener. I’ll be placing a call for someone to fill this role. Details will be posted early in the week. In the meantime, Walt and I will not be breaking stride … simply adjusting steps. (Warm smiles, partner.)
MARIE ELENA’S ATTEMPT
UNTETHEREDFear of height Kept clouds at arms’ length But so too sun’s warmth; Moon’s romance. Grounded and star-struck, She grew wings Snipped cords Took flight. © Copyright Marie Elena Good, 2013
WALT’S ADAPTATIONTAKING THAT STEP Footing unsure stepping out of your comfort zone. Life seems scary when nary a soul cares. You have to dare to connect to protect the way this scene plays out. You can rage and shout or get out the tissues. I choose to issue this statement, loud and clear: “My footsteps will bring me back here. The walk of life is sweet with friends like all of you to help complete the journey. The first problem is admitting you have a step! © Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik, 2013 No goodbyes. I’ll see you all later. Thank you for the love.