Al Fresco

 Thought you might enjoy a bit of ironic humor

for a grateful Friday after the stunning election results.

"I enjoyed the man the bot conjured,

who echoed my words,

served me myself,

lovable as I was."

Let's consider being our own bot,

serving us to ourselves?

 

Prescription

"Pause each time you find even a hint of wonder."

Some of us might have to think about how our

body registers wonder?  The tears that flowed

upon reading about the results of the election

were one of my signals...

Soft alert:  wonder present!

Stand still and feel it...

in my lungs,

goosebumps on my skin,

something warm in the region of my heart.

Do I feel wonder in the region of my physical heart

or all throughout my body? 

Doesn't it start with my eyes, or ears or

a thought in my brain and spread out from there?

Wherever it starts and wherever it goes,

I'm intent on following it.

Let there be bountiful 

"upside-down commas

placed in the middle of the sentence

that is [our] life."

 

Bad News Good News

So perpetually falling through the air

as a normal state of living?

And "there is no ground"

is the "good news"?

Can we discuss this?

Perhaps a conversation with

a skydiver who has experienced

the sensation of falling through air

before pulling their ripcord

can explain why this would be

a grand way to live?

I had a very brief experience of this

going backward on an escalator...

it was decidedly unsettling.

Not a state I'd want to be in permanently.

Thankfully, a stranger caught me.

It was a profound mercy.

I'm wondering if there had been no ground,

if that would have changed 

the sense of terror I felt?

I guess that's the point.

Enjoying the free fall of plummeting

toward the unknown without

the fear of being broken to bits?

It brings to mind the edge of the cliff...

will you fall or will you find wings?

I vote for wings.

 

All We Have To Do

Thich Nhat Hanh  always has comforting and

uplifting things to say, it seems.

"All we have to do is be ourselves,

fully and authentically."

I consider this a lifetime's occupation.

How much of ourselves do we really know?

How much is programmed by others?

It's a rich and fertile contemplation.

"We already contain the whole cosmos."

Ponder these words when you're feeling out of sorts?

Then take a long look at the sky, 

and the land and all its marvels.

Now look into a mirror...we need look no further.

For we are as full of marvels as the sky 

and all it covers, all contained within our own skin.

Ponder that.

You matter!

 

Don't Pretend It Isn't Hard

"Let joy sit beside your pain - not instead of it."

Easier said than done.

I recently had an episode where an hour and a half

was lost forever due to one too many numbers 

in an insurance claim.

The person conveying the pronouncement 

was devoid of even a shred of understanding

seeming to relish her denial.

I was furious.  Driving home fuming, a voice

kept reminding me to look out at the gorgeous

autumn landscape and rejoice instead of rage.

It was asking for the impossible. 

Rage, pain and grief need time to expend their energy.

I'm thinking pain and joy are more like

night and day...each one fully themselves,

and when sitting next to each other, the sky turns pink.

"Because you can be grieving and still be grateful.

Exhausted and still hopeful."

Let's hold onto this as we face whatever lies ahead.

 

Full Moon Over Black Mountain

 

Hope Watches

The gentleness of this touches me, 

chokes me up...

seeing each one of us 

"breathing on the glass, ...each of us writing our name"

with our finger in the fog on the window.

We won't give up.

We're in this together.

May our hopes join forces and cause 

a resounding crescendo of goodness.