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Avoiding the Tragedy: A Look into Disease Prevention

The final section of my article on measles encephalitis published by phoebemd.com. Thank you, Phoebe!

Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry

By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor


Part 1 – Hope Was Not a Loss: A Story About Measles Encephalitis
Part 2 – Learning How to Walk Again: Barbara’s Story


Back in 1957, the year I almost died from the measles, my parents—unlike the parents of today—did not have to face the choice of vaccination, because there was no vaccine in existence (it wasn’t introduced until several years later, in 1963).

Therefore, it was important for me to share my experience with this condition because of the great controversy that currently exists over vaccines in general, and particularly the measles vaccine. Far too many children are not getting vaccinated against measles and other diseases owing to perceived risks, so now measles has returned as a virulent threat worldwide.

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A Rocky Start

Sapling, you shoot roots in the shallow bucket

engorged with sharp bits of seed hulls

left by the squirrels, picked at by cardinals.

 

Your tender, slender stem, elongated spine,

extends from cracked dirt in a clay flower pot,

the old home of an expired aloe vera plant. Can your trunk

 

lengthen and thicken under the garden chair? Will raccoons

wrench you from your place and scatter your limp leaves

or twist them in play? Wash them in the water pan?

 

Your stubborn roots dig into the garden

on half-turned clumps of earth. A wretched end,

I tear you from the soil and toss you

into a pile of ivy shorn for mulch.

 

But you, irascible sapling, you

survive in stone.

 

©Poem and Image: Barbara Leonhard

Barbara Leonhard is a writer, poet, and blogger at Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver.  Her podcast Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul explores universal themes such as Grief, Kindness, and Presence. She taught writing for many years at the University of Missouri and is the author of Discoveries in Academic Writing. She is also a regular contributor to Free Verse Revolution, Phoebe, MD: Poetry + Medicine (https://phoebemd.com/), and Go Dog Go Café.

Poetry Blog: extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Poetry Podcastmeelosmom.podbean.com

 

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Learning How to Walk Again: Barbara’s Story

Phoebemd.com published the second part of my article on recovering fully from measles encephalitis. The link to Part 1 is provided. The article is based on one of my poetry podcasts on Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul found at meelosmom.podbean.com.

Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry

By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor


[Part 1 – Hope Was Not a Loss: A Story About Measles Encephalitis]

My experience with measles encephalitis taught me a great deal. The greatest realization was that I could change my destiny. I had every reason to remain in the wheelchair because of the attention, sympathy, and love that not only I but also my parents received because of their poor little girl. But the attention from others could not offset the loneliness, the feelings of being diminutive and helpless, and the boredom.

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Ascent

Mountain,

stoic, solid, staggering.

I free climb in awe

of you.

Timid, I ascend.

Parts of you open.

My fingers and toes take hold

on your stoic rock face,

spine of your spirit.

But I, too eager,

slip. No rope

to spot my fall.

Harder, I grip.

Upward, I embrace

the expanse of you:

cold slate, blue shadow.

Wind whispers entwine us.

You have me now

against you.

I am you,

the peak of you.

All around us,

the stars.

©Barbara Leonhard, https://extraordinarysunchineweaver.blog, meelosmom.podbean.com (poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul)

Image: Pixabay by darksouls1

This poem is a revision of “Free Climber” from June 24, 2017. The first draft, written in the late 70s, has seen many revisions.

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An Angel in the Dark

If I were an angel in the dark,

I would appear in flames simply

from the radiance of my eyes.

 

I would fire up candles for prayers.

I would make twilight shimmer

like a mirror still lake.

 

I would awaken you

from slumber and despair,

gather you up gently,

swaddle you in my gossamer wings.

 

I would cast out your pain with lightning,

incense your soul with soothing myrrh,

bathe you in waves of forgetting,

deliver you to a vista of light

on a path of comets as beacons.

 

I would gift you wings,

teach you how to fly through

clouds of many colors,

swing on stars falling into a sea of lights.

 

I would never leave you

in times of battle or new birth,

the time of the death of your pain

a blazing nova, a new sun.

 

All of this I would do for you.

 

Who would know more of the legion of light

than an angel of the night?

 

 

Copyright© 2017/10/10, revised 2020/04/13 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

My poetry podcast, Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul (meelosmom.podbean.com)

Image: “An Angel in the Dark” (original art © by my sister Martha Harris.) See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

 

 

 

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Audio!!! Guest reader Barbara reads her poem The Unwelcome Tenant for today’s 5 O’Clock Poem

I am honored and humbled to be a guest on Stephen’s site tonight. This poem seems to be getting a great deal of attention since I posted it, so it speaks to our concerns at his time of a pandemic. Thank you Stephen! Your kind words mean a lot.

Image “The Infection” ©Martha Harris, Martha’s Artistic Flarings, artisticflarings.blog

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Today we are forced to sequester to prevent the spread of COVID-19. We realize how powerful we are when it comes to our wellness because we can make …

The Unwelcome Tenant

For today’s audio, I am going to turn over the mike to a new, dear friend Barbara who has written and reads a beautiful poem for these days. Please enjoy and follow this beautiful human!

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The Unwelcome Tenant

Today we are forced to sequester to prevent the spread of COVID-19. We realize how powerful we are when it comes to our wellness because we can make choices to prevent contagion by following the CDC guidelines and being loving to ourselves and thoughtful of others by wearing masks and gloves if we must be in public to get medicine and other necessities.

While sheltering, we can take care of ourselves by resting, drinking a lot of water, and eating healthy food. We do not accept the fate of this pandemic. Our positive thinking will boost our immune system. No one can take care of our temple but us. We hold the keys to the gate, and we do not welcome tenants who create chaos of our light.

I pray for a vaccine soon, and I hope everyone can and will get one. I know I definitely will.

My sister, Martha Harris, created this  amazing image of COVID-19 by layering several microscopic photos of the actual virus together. She calls the image “The Infection”. I think it is a masterpiece.

The Unwelcome Tenant

What is healing

but the stabbing to death of pain,

the banishment of shadows,

the release of sorrows,

the burning of poison arrows.

 

Healing requires arbitration and litigation,

for Illness takes possession,

the uninvited occupant in our temple.

It strips away a clean visage,

creates squalor and decay,

plants bramble in the garden,

makes infertile the soil,

evades eviction.

 

Illness commandeers the ego,

becomes its own soul.

This loathsome dweller deceives,

creates attachments,

becomes dependable,

appears useful,

provides false amenities,

orders demolition to the heart,

lays claim to property,

prosperity.

 

We are healers

who can vanquish this squatter

from sacred property

once we know our powers.

We the are the landlord

who owns the keys

and locks the gate.

 

We break this unholy contract

wrought by the wretched occupant

that creeps into our house

and garnishes our treasures.

 

Healing is evicting

that which does not serve,

does not align,

is unholy

to our divine.

©Barbara Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image “The Infection” ©Martha Harris, Martha’s Artistic Flarings, artisticflarings.blog

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Hope Was Not a Loss: A Story About Measles Encephalitis

Phoebemd.com is publishing a series of articles based on another poetry podcast I did on Podbean. You have seen this story of mine before, and I will tell it until I am blue in the face if it saves lives. Kids need protection – we all do – from the measles.

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By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Health Story


In this article, I would like to share my story of how an illness I suffered as a child affected me. Particularly with the climate of today, I hope this will help inform people of the consequences that can develop in young children who are at risk of getting certain illnesses.

It was the summer of 1957, and it seemed to have happened all at once, where I turned from an active six-year-old girl to a helpless baby overnight. At that time, my family was living in Lewistown, Montana, where my dad was a Presbyterian minister. Mom was at home with three children, aged seven to four. That summer, all three of us contracted measles. But while my siblings’ illnesses took a more benign course, I developed a life-threatening complication: measles encephalitisa serious and potentially fatal inflammation of the brain…

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Bloom – Barbara Leonhard

I have a poem up on Free Verse Revolution.

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

as I take root on this plane

may I receive the healing light of

all that is divine

may heaven meet earth

through me to transmute

the crusted fear that traps me

in brambles

may I grow my destiny

without ego mind

may I fully trust the divine order

that teaches only love

may I grow in love

may I be love

may the divine light

unfurl my blossoming heart

in this splendid garden

the Gardener knows the art and seasons

how to plant

how to nourish

how to harvest

I am but one glorious bloom

with no skills in tending the soil

my place in this garden is small

my view is limited to

my small leaves

reaching for the sun

yet I trust in the Gardener and Gaia

to bloom my bouquet

to bloom my love.


Barbara Leonhard is a writer, poet, and blogger at Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver. …

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Podcast The Shape of Our Light

https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/the-shape-of-our-light-1585860479/

In this episode, I explore the shape of our light. Emotions can affect the shapes of water crystals, according to experiments done by Dr. Masuru Emoto, who wrote The Hidden Messages in Water (2001). He demonstrated that the shapes of water crystals are determined by the vibrations emitted by negative and positive emotional thoughts feelings, and words. Lynne McTaggart reported on a double-blind exercise conducted by Dean Radin with the Institute of Noetic Sciences in which they were able to replicate Dr. Emoto’s experiments and findings (The Intention Experiment, 2007, 184-185). Given these findings on the relationship between emotions and water, what is the shape of our water, and thus our light, especially as we face the current pandemic?

Emoto, M. The Hidden Messages in Water (New York, Atria, 2001).

A full documentary on studies done on water with mention of Dr. Emoto’s discoveries in his lab. This documentary is fascinating. Water has not only a chemical composition but also an underlying structure which records and holds memories. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5O8LPnlh_sM

McTaggart, L. The Intention Experiment (New York, Free Press, 2007).

You can find my poetry on my WordPress site, https://www.extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog.

I read my poems, “Refugees”, “Mosaic”, and “A Prayer: Calm within the Storm”.

Image “Making Choices ” ©Martha Harris, Martha’s Artistic Flarings, https://artisticflarings.blog

If you would like to contribute poetry to this podcast, you may submit it to me in a Word document attached in an email to me at meelosmom@gmail.com. On the subject line, indicate it is a submission to this podcast. I can fit it into a theme. In the email, include any pertinent information on yourself and publications you want me to promote, especially for the work submitted.

© 2020 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Unless otherwise stated, all published works are the original works of the author and are copyrighted. Contents of this podcast may be re-used either for personal or commercial purposes, in part or whole only with permission and the author duly acknowledged with links to the podcast embedded.