THE LINN JOURNALS (Luna, Indy, and Nova Notes, Dog Walking Documents)
(Sand and Stride)
Day Two, Part Two
Walk long down there, and then up the hilly parts in the stone and sand, well wrought are the lands, green and the trees watch on. They seem taller today, and the overcast sky is gone and I can see the blue, the little clouds puffy and new. Breathe. Stretch. Queens Lace grows everywhere and there are places where the grasshoppers live and others that have dragonflies. Strange mushrooms to the side. A bee. A bird. A waving branch. Calm. Nobody is around. No souls.
I ask the lady, for it has arrived to me for some reason, ‘Who was that psychic that saw your grandmothers? And the one grandmother told the psychic that her posture should be better and the other grandmother…no…the same one had a bird, a parrot I think, that she kept in life, on her shoulder in the astral plane? I want to see her. I think I have a card somewhere. I also want to see spirit like that,- with plane eyes in everyday life…’ and the sun is strong for late day, and I am talkative suddenly, ‘…it is still summer, that is for sure.’
And we go far, determined, with a healthy and long stride, purposeful, happily or at least contentedly. The sumac is there, and the long and wide field briefly appears, side paths, more trees, a gravel way. We enter a turn that is full of purple flowers that grow somehow tall, to above knee height, taller than the others- they are intricate and strong, interesting and confident. They have each other, and live in large groups. ‘It’s as if on this turn, in this certain area exactly, everything pollinated or seeded and grew at at once,- w/the perfect mixture of the right soil and sun, rain and whatever it takes. Hey, want a soda cracker?. Do you know the other day I heard something in the bushes and stopped to see if I could see anything, and a large woodpecker jumped up and flew out?’
Eventually we turn that corner and begin the journey back. But it’s for the most part level ground. ‘It’s better to get the hilly parts done on the first half, when we are fresher and really setting out. Then just stroll back easily…’ and we do. It’s still bright for such a time a day. In the winter it will be dark at 5:30pm. We’d better take this while we can. In the summer I complain it’s too hot and in the winter I whine about the cold. Spring and autumn are my real times. Times of change and cool goodness and comfort. Liminal. Sweater weather as they say. But for now,- we better take it, better appreciate it, better go with it all…
Everyone faces various difficulties and obstacles in their life. In such situations, a person sees himself as a helpless servant who can do nothing and becomes depressed.
So, what kind of people do you think can overcome difficult situations and endure difficulties?
“Behind every work there is good.” as they say, only people who believe in their knowledge and strength, who have full faith in their hearts, who strive forward despite any obstacles, will achieve success…
You can see someone’s life and achievements and say, “Oh, I wish I could achieve such achievements.”
But the work is not done with enthusiasm, it takes effort and self-confidence. Your goal in life is not to be like someone else, it is important to be yourself, to have your own place, your own self. In this way, working tirelessly and acquiring new knowledge will help you.
Have you set a goal, try to achieve it! You can do it! You are a successful person! Move forward to great goals in life!
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz is the winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019). She’s a teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent and the author of the poetry books “Song of Peace”, “I am a Girl of Truth”, “Morning Poem”.
The goal
If you strive for a goal,
There will be a lot of friends.
If you agree with me,
The flower of desire also withers.
Did you fall, stand up quickly
Get up even if it hurts.
keep your head up
Don't be fooled.
Good luck if it doesn't come
Don't be sad and worried.
Don't bend, don't bend.
It is necessary to stand up for you.
There is wisdom in everything,
Do not wet your eyes.
Enjoy this job,
You will not be less than anyone.
Life goes on
Do not lose your passion.
Your flower goes out of hand,
Don't land the blackbird.
Numonjonova Shahnozakhon. She was born on June 7, 2009 in Fergana region. Currently, she is studying at the creative school named after Erkin Vahidov organized by PIIMA. Her creative works have been published in several international magazines and has various international certificates. The creator's future goal is to become an international ambassador and receive a state award named after Zulfiya.
Boy!
My heart is full of love,
Only for you, my love, baby.
The meaning of life of your smileys,
Laugh more, I say, boy!
My longing is for you,
I miss you by my side.
A tiny piece of my heart -
You are restless like a bird.
Everything is embodied in your eyes,
To you who bound me.
I fly to the skies
To your one word "mother".
My patience is endless, the sky is endless,
My love for you, baby
Come to me quickly
Be my sustenance, boy!
Snow
No more cancellations, sir.
These snows fell on my heart.
My love can't be taken away
Unfaithful friends with a broken heart.
Closing overnight,
Satisfied with the sustenance of white particles.
Silver winter like a lover,
He rested his head on her skirt.
Slowly, whispering
Washes snow bubbles.
staring out
She is waiting for her husband.
Let your love shine.
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
Uzbekistan.
Born on November 8, 1999.
Graduated from Alisher Navoi Tashkent State University of Uzbek Language and Literature (2023).
The winner of the state award named after Zulfia (2019).
Participant of the Zomin workshop of young artists (2019)
She is the author of the poetry books "Song of Peace", "I am a Girl of Truth", "Morning Poem". Author of the creative collection "Nurli Izlar".
About 100 creative works have been published in republican and foreign newspapers and magazines.
His creative works and articles have been published in Russia, Turkey, Germany, USA, Kenya, Great Britain.
Teacher of native language and literature at Shaikhontohur District Vocational School, Tashkent.
I was born on October 1, 2005 in the Barlos neighborhood of Ishtikhan District, Samarkand Region, daughter of Sevinch Tirkasheva Bunyod. I studied at the 22nd general secondary school. And now I am an applicant, actively participated in various competitions and was awarded certificates and honorary labels by the school. My poems have been published in foreign magazines. And I am a participant in many anthologies. Currently, I am creating under the pseudonym “Sevinch_Shaydo”.
All I have in this world
The only one is my masterpiece,
My pride in life,
This is my heavenly mother.
Always my support
My support at every step
My love, my love
My country is my father
A light on my way
My mood at night,
He thinks of us every moment,
This is my father and mother.
