Mindfulness - Monday 3.26.18

Mindfulness meditation doesn't change life. Life remains as fragile and unpredictable as ever. Meditation changes the heart's capacity to accept life as it is. ~Sylvia Boorstein

Let me just address that meditation for me looks very different depending on the day or even the moment... today's meditation was happily listening to Amos Lee's Spirit. ;)

Hearing Echos

My father sat with me
in the damp sand--
neither of us knowing
he had less than six months to live.

He told me not to wear his shoes,
not to be too careful,
not to settle on simply surviving.

He knew what I could not
in my youth and inexperience...
that I am
so much like my father.

Mindfulness - Monday 3.19.18

Most of us take for granted that time flies, meaning that it passes too quickly. But in the mindful state, time doesn't really pass at all. There is only a single instant of time that keeps renewing itself over and over with infinite variety. ~Deepak Chopra

Early Morning with Jack

A gentle coating of March snow glistens golden
in the light of a yellow street lamp
as curbside trash magically transforms
into winter topiary.

Over Lunch

               ~for V.C.

Years dissolve in a cocoon 
of comfortable conversation 
weaving past into present
in a tapestry of light and shadow.
Memories, 
new and old,
eagerly shared and celebrated 
as figurative fingers wrap around the friendship knot
decades old and holding strong.
Eyes bright as jewels 
blink back the leaking gratitude
as anticipation mounts
for the next chance to open the treasure chest.

Morning Exorcising

words choked in jammed fingers
demand the cracking of white knuckles

initial pain ebbs as letters flow
from fingertips to keys to the public domain
causing little demons to cower
from the light of the computer screen

Spring Cleaning (albeit a might early)

It amazes me still... how easy it is for me to set myself aside. I marvel at my ability to sit tucked in a corner with my arms around my knees waiting for the "responsible me" to look away from the demands of everyday living long enough to realize I need some attention.

Is it patience... or depression?

Is it being an accountable grownup... or simply avoiding how I really feel? All I can say definitively is that my poetry has suffered and that needs to end.

I've changed the blog's theme to a clean green and removed a small bit of clutter. Taking a breath, I unwrap my arms from around my legs and stand up. I freely admit I'm a bit shaky but I have managed to take a step out from the corner... only time will tell if I'm able to walk to the center of the room.

Cycling Incubus

I awoke in pain and alone vaguely recalling the recent car accident. Momentarily confusing stair railings for the bars of a hospital be...