WeekWord, Conundrum and this week's participants

I am so sorry that I have been too busy to do any blogging.

Here are the participants in this weeks Weekword:

• John the Healing Seed, who will also be hosting next week's word.
• Sow and Sew
• Creating Misericordia
• and me. I have posted the original post and a poem, but I was hoping to post more. I may not be able to, but I will try. Life keeps inserting itself. Here is the first poem I wrote for conundrum, which is obliquely related, if you are interested and haven't seen it. My guess is that if at this late date, I manage a post, no one will see it.

I'm sorry about the delay.

Conundrum: How can we live in the imperfect world with the lightness and joy of this tattered butterfly? How can we, in spite of all the trials of life, continue to smile and to love and to be whole in spite of our broken places? How can we deeply live our beliefs and still have time for it all? How can we give it up in the end and just be? And then--not be?

• My first post with ideas and definition is here.
• My first conundrum poem is here.
• Any additional thoughts will be added below. I have some, but we are having company and a concert tonight, and there is much to do. What a conundrum, when I want both to be a good hostess and to do a good job on my post!!! The company is my mother-ibn law, the concert is my SON!

OK, so I took a little time to write a silly little doggerel to celebrate conundrum and here, ta da, it is:

Optimum Sanctum of Confusion

I gather up alyssums, chrysanthemums, and sedums

and put them in a magnum—it helps avoid the asylum.

They sooth me when I’m feeling glum, make sadness shrink to minimum,

and give me more momentum—and help me have no venom!

I write a memorandum to hold a referendum

to prevent having a tantrum about this fool conundrum.

This enigma’s such arcanum it’s too much for my cerebrum.

Mary Stebbins Taitt

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