The End of Growing Pains.🌲

August 27, 2019

Good morning and happy Tuesday! After several long months–this is it. The end of this collection of writings called “growing pains”. I’ve written about my own grieving process and now denial simply melts away and acceptance grows…

Thank you to every one who has supported this blog. It is because of YOU. I am grateful beyond words.

So, now it’s time for me to clean up and reorganize. Something is on the horizon and I look forward to sharing new adventures with you!

Be well and keep love alive with all that you do and say! This is an awesome community! 💓

With so much love and gratitude,

Nina

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Baba’s Song Revisited 🌚

August 25, 2019

This image of a young woman with her aged, dying grandmother to whom she asks, “…sing the song again…”

Wishing you a wonderful week ahead and trust that ALL is as it should be…even if it looks scary.

With love and gratitude,

Nina Zain

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Пісні бабусі:Baba’s Song 🌻

August 22, 2019

Hi dear friends and readers. After many long silent years, this is me learning (attempting) to speak/sing my native Ukrainian. Whew! This was a tough one for me…on many levels. Your feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you for your continued support and kind words. 🙏🏻

With love and gratitude,

Nina Zain

This is for you, Baba.

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Death Song🌑

August 17, 2019

I Am A Poor Wayfaring Stranger.

This beautiful hymn (and others) can be found in the public domain here:

http://pdhymns.com/

“I am a poor Wayfaring Stranger,

Traveling through this world of woe.

Yet, there’s no sickness, toil or danger,

In that bright world to which I go.

I’m going there to see my Father.

I’m going there, no more to roam.

I’m only going over Jordan.

I’m only going over home.”

Southern American Folk Hymn

With love and gratitude,

Nina Zain 😊

https://www.imusic-school.com//en/tools/online-piano-keyboard/

Lullaby for a Friend. 🐸

August 15, 2019

This is me learning to read music again after many years– with the help of: https://www.imusic-school.com//en/tools/online-piano-keyboard/.

A lovely little hymn I Am With You words written by Fred. P. Morris and music by Robert Harkness. This song (and many others in the public domain) can be found here: http://pdhymns.com/

For my friend who is feeling sad and lonely today. You are not alone. 😊🙃😊

With love and gratitude,

Nina Zain

Professionally speaking 👩🏻‍💻

August 8, 2019

Professionally speaking,

Between you and I,

Contact

Is inappropriate when:

I ask you, “Stop.”

And you refuse.

I tell you, “Stop.”

And you refuse.

I have no choice but to make you stop.

What part of this do you not understand?

So, you rubbed me the wrong way; it’s ok.

Learn from it, my friend.

Yes, it’s all fairytales and tragedies—and

Divine Comedies.

The horror of this world is too great to speak of here…

Let the sirens sing their songs—what do you care?

“Look your own nose!” The Old Man would say.

Guruji—as he was known to most.

For whom does the bird sing?

If she sings only for herself we will come to know…in time…

But see,

I hope it’s not too late:

I believe God brought us all together here;

For better or for worse remains to be seen.

But one of us has fallen—and is nowhere to be heard…

So sing little angel sing don’t you cry:

Unplugged from the grid

Her her own avarice brought her down

Friend turned into enemy

Now everyone’s a clown!

Hope hath a friend in laughter…

Be well, my friend.

Thank you for being a kind friend in my time of need. I appreciate you letting me speak my mind. Always, without judgement. Without hate.

Now, I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors; but professionally speaking, pretending or not I don’t know—nor do I particularly care—I also have nothing to hide except my own bad temper…so I try to mostly keep to myself, you know what I mean? Work on my own healing. Don’t go chasing after every pretty girl I see on the internet! Get to really know myself inside—see just what it is I have to offer her. “Ти Розуміеш?”

“Now you’ve made trouble for yourself” I can hear my grandma saying—but in Ukrainian…

I tried to give her warning—it was a warning to myself.

Help her; prayer for her. Now. Today. Don’t delay—

Or just let her die

Quietly

On a beach… let her die the foul thing that she is…

Prayer for her soul

We each must follow our own path

But we can pray for one another

Along the way…

Sweet little sister

Taken in by surprise

What was your plan

No one can surmise

Now you are down on your face

Inside feels the disgrace;

What will you do?

What will you do?

Who will you turn to

In the hour when

You are

All

Alone

And death smites you

On the cheek, dear

And no one hears your cries

Will you rise up

Come full circle?

Or will you keep falling down

On your face

In the dirt

I fear

For a whole ‘nother round…

So it’s the story over and over

Again and again

Of how the Harlot and the Lover

Conceived a world to fade

Always and forever

Never ending

Always

Being remade…

Our death is but—our beginning.

Don’t hasten

Don’t tarry…

Live your life!

Love

First your

Self;

Then love

Everyone else

As you would—

Yourself.

Then

When judgment day comes–

We will know…

With love and gratitude your friend,

©️Nina Zain 💟

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