In Your Own Rhythm

Isn't this an enchanting way to end the week?

Yes, things are falling apart right now in scary ways...

(I'm thinking of the caterpillar liquifying into a butterfly.)

These words give me great comfort and boost my resilience.

They help me let go of the fear I've missed out on something

as my days wind down and ripening deepens.

I have rushed through much of my life, I confess.

It would have been great to learn this lesson a wee bit earlier.

But I am going to take this sentiment to heart and believe

everything has been perfectly timed.

Namaste'

 

A Woman of a Certain Age

"To wipe away glossy apologies and 

wear no like the fiery red lip that it is."

I ADORE this line.

 I want to hug it tightly, 

throw my head back, and 

howl with glee.

From "dripping peach to zested lemon"? 

I'm ok with that. 

As I'm ok with "scalding when swallowed";

especially if its the truth after a gluttony of lies.

Making the world sputter and choke on the secrets 

I'm no longer keeping?

Hmmm...I think I'll keep some of my secrets for the time being.

"Burning the script is an option".

"Forgetting the whole damn story" is not.

However,

"exposing the well-guarded truth 

that youth does not equal beauty"?

That's the sweetest exposition of all.

"Diving headfirst into my own desire" is 

ridiculously appealing however,

these days, there's a need and a duty

for protecting and preserving

dignity and decency...

figuring out how to merge the two

is the bull's eye of my days.

So, my friends and comrades...

"wipe away your glossy apologies

and wear no like the fiery red lip that it is"!!

We're in this together!

Namaste'

 

Oh, You Forced Yourself

I get a kick out of this.

It's good to get a moment of comic relief.

Yes, a party sounds delightful.  

Even if its a party of one...

off somewhere playing at something fun...

but, lord no, don't call John Calvin.  

Namaste'

 

When The Caterpillar

"She completely liquifies her body

and rebuilds herself from scratch.

It is a messy, violent, chaotic process."

Could that be what is going on with America?

Are we in the chrysalis?

I shudder at the word violent, yet,

 there's no question it's part of it.

And then there's "done in silence and secrecy"?

It might be a matter of perspective. 

I'm thinking the caterpillar isn't feeling 

like what's happening is silent or secret.

Nor does she care.  

She's all up in it...consumed (literally) by the process.

Indeed, may we "survive our metamorphosis!

Namaste'

 

In The End

I realize I've shared several of Anderson's quotes in the past;

(crypto means hidden...I didn't know that.) 

His way of mixing metaphors 

between earth and human appeals to me.

Try changing the first three sentences to present tense.

Does it make a difference?

I'm asking myself what love and knowledge I'm

setting in motion...trying to be more cognizant of this.

Saturday, at the No Kings rally, some folks drove by

and made unfriendly gestures. I felt myself getting riled up.

 A young boy in front of me called "we love you" in response. 

I was struck by how quickly my internal weather changed.

It was like the sun came out after a cold, dreary day.

 Then a man behind me began doing so in a strong voice 

and magnified the sense of good will.

A woman walked by on the other side of the street 

and claimed, "he's my king".

We called back, "we love you anyway".

It was all a welcome lesson for my ripening soul.

The word love may be overused

yet it still carries power.

Namaste'

 

We Let Our Hopes Go Up

I had something else queued for today until I saw this.

It activated something inside that made tears well up.

It was the thought of "imagination standing there,

waiting to cradle the ones that fall."

Hopes certainly seem to be falling frequently these days.

This encourages me to tap into imagination for cradling

and guidance going forward.

The image encourages me to pay close attention 

although sometimes, I find 

softening my gaze and letting my mind wander

brings imagination closer than straight on gazing.

It also encourages me to seek out the tiny,

the small, the apparently insignificant...

I picked a bouquet of grasses yesterday.

Not sure why other than I 

felt they deserved some notice. 

I remind myself hope happens

among the quiet folds of ordinary living...

it does not require loud, audacious or dramatic.

It's a moment by moment love affair.

We're in this together.

It is truly up to us and we've got this.

Imagination is showing us the way,

Namaste'

 

Life Is

At first glance this doesn't feel like much of a quote.

However, upon reflection, life today certainly does

 seem to be about undergoing...or enduring....

wretched things happening everywhere, even close to home.

"We are constitutionally in the midst."

Isn't this the sad, sad truth?

This is why focusing on the forests and rivers is vital.

Last night, after sitting through a long meeting 

with a disappointing outcome, 

seeing fireflies for the first time this season

was the delight I needed to remember to soak in

tiny bits of joy strong amongst the detritus.

Let the forest and the rivers enliven us.

We will stand strong together.

We are not a minority.

We are massive in number and mighty in spirit.

We simply need to make ourselves visible.

Namaste'