Poem: This Morning, I Smiled #NaPoWriMo 20

Last night, I was happy when my head hit the pillow

This morning, I smiled when the sun hit my window

And I whistled as I started my day

Then people said what people will say

Then the inevitable challenges came my way

I laughed and said, Oh Hey!

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!

I still haven’t learned this??


I will someday

Thank you

You relentless Way

Then I saw pain and horror

And I let it in

I held it tight

And let it be

And I took a small step

To make it right

I walked with a friend

We talked and then

It was night

And when I laid my head down

And turned off the light

I knew

That was a good day

And good days


A good life

I stretch and I yawn

And see another day gone

And I smile

As my head hits the pillow




About the poem:

Of all the things we learn, why aren’t we taught how to have a good life. Not how to chase a good life. Not how to make money or gain power. But how to have a single good day, every day, and thus, voila, a good life! (ps It requires no money, no special training, no friends, no good luck, no religion.)


About the poet:

Joan Gregerson is author of Tuning In to Inner Peace: The Surprisingly Fun Way to Transform Your Life.


Poem: 100-Day-Old Teacher


On day 99
The new mommy is rushing about
Shopping, cleaning and cooking
Her baby cries
She starts to feel stressed out
She picks him up
And he cutely smiles at her
And against her plans
She drops what she was doing
And smiles cutely back at him
After he nurses for awhile
He falls asleep
She does too

And this is what he has taught her
For 99 days
Smile cutely
Ask for help
Sleep when you’re tired

So when her family arrives
And his family arrives
the next day
She smiles cutely
And they smile back
She asks for help
And they give it gladly
And when she’s tired
She goes to sleep

How does her teacher feel
Now that he is
100-days old?

He smiles cutely
And everyone smiles back

About the poem:
In Korea, families have a big celebration when their baby turns 100 days old. Moms are often stressed to the max with the responsibility of preparing traditional foods, and preparing invitations and rituals, dealing with many expectations for how to treat family members. It is way way way more strict than anything I’ve seen in US families. Anyhow, none of this can hold a candle to a baby’s smile. Ha! Luckily!


Poem: Stillness

2010 May 28 Workweek1 Busan 003

Projects and deadlines
World-class boxing matches
Battling it out in my brain
Scenarios and conversations making laps
Like the Daytona 500
No one can work in this mess
Time out for stillness
Ding ding ding
Come back
Ready to take on the world
Ding ding ding
Ready to be my best

About the poem:
When I did a nutrition and weight-loss program years ago, I discovered that I often ate when I was too overwhelmed or too tired to figure out what I really needed to do. I was on a strict calorie intake and realized that when I felt like that, often, just taking a nap for a few minutes was enough to refresh myself. And when I learned meditation, I learned another way to escape the repetitive stress of anxious thinking. These are ways to make friends with reality: the first step in a peaceful life.

Today, I took a break for a mid-afternoon nap, before I had to tackle a complex project. It was perfect. I laid my head down knowing that now was the time for rest and later was the time to think about it. The ability to still your mind is valuable in ways that you don’t realize. Without it, the lack of focus robs you of both work and rest.



Poem: Quieter Still


Now I lay me down to sleep
My thoughts are racing
My worries are deep
Hollllllllddd on

Now I lay me down to sleep
My life is rich
My life is deep

Let me get quieter
And quieter still
Like the kitty cat
Walking on a snowy hill

Now I lay me down to sleep
Quieter still
I’m a kitty cat
Walking on a snowy hill

Walking in the snow
Do I have a care in the world?
Heck no!
Sweet dreams, ahhhh

About the poem:
Do you sleep well at night? Sometimes, many times, when I lay down my mind is racing. But now, I know, it is within my power to become calm. I remember the gift of this day, and gratitude and deep breathing usually wash over me and quiet my mind. Sometimes, I must get up and sit down. Either way, once I feel peaceful, I can fall asleep, no problema!

This little cat, and another one, walk out into the middle of the snowy park area in front of my apartment. Dogs in the snow are a big floppy mess of confusion. But these cats, just walk out there, hang out for awhile, then casually walk back. They make me laugh!

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Poem: Flannel Snowflakes

Puffy comforter floats
On a flannel snowflake sheet
My tired, used body
My shoulders, hands, and feet
Rest on a quilted Korean mat
With a magic touch: heat!

About the poem:
As I write, it is 9F…still cold here in Longmont, Colorado! But I am so thankful for my warm bed: a Korean sleeping pad, covered by a quilted mat that has electric heat. This simulates my sleeping arrangement last year in Korea, where heated floors is the norm, and people sleep on a mat on the floor. I love that sleeping more directly on the ground, than on a bed. So I am happy! Goodnight!

Sleep, Baby, Sleep …lullabies and the importance of ‘calm’

2013-08-31 Sleeping Dexter Cat

I love this lullaby:

Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
Down falls a little dream for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep

I used to sing it to my kids when they were young, changing up the words a bit, depending on who was there: father, mother, sister. But what is great about this song is the calming effect it had on both the singer and the listener.

If you are caring for a child or animal, and if you are conscious of your role role as a calming force, things will be easier. You can help others calm down, and thus makes them feel more at ease.

“Calm” is another word for peaceful. In every role, in every action, when we take steps to be peaceful and at ease with ourselves, we are able to bring our best, and bring out the best in others.

This photo is of the cat I’m hanging out with this week. So photogenic and nap-inspiring!

About the author:
Joan Gregerson is the author of Tuning In to Inner Peace: The Surprisingly Fun Way to Transform Your Life, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Poem: I’ll Hum a Lullaby

My day is your night
I’ll hum a lullaby
While you float along
In peaceful sleep
Sweet dreams
I’m waiting for you
On the other side
No hurry
Take your time
So you can wake refreshed
Until then
When I think of you
I’ll hum a lullaby

About the poem:
I first noticed this phenomenon when I was in Ghana. I would wake up early in the morning and want to call home, but it was the middle of the night in the U.S. So, I would coast through the morning, time and time again starting to call, then stopping myself. It’s not a bad feeling, it’s just that sometimes you want to call someone right then to share something …and you can’t.  It reminds me of waiting quietly for a sleeping baby to wake up.

Now, back from Korea, it’s the morning and afternoon that are those hours for me. Those hours feel a little longer, but somehow peaceful as I imagine them deep in a restful sleep, knowing we’ll chat soon!