Saying Yes To The World

This is not what I wanted to be sharing today.

This is not the country I want to be living in today.

Yet, here we are...together in grief.

How do we say yes when everything inside screams no?

We will find a way.  

And now, another poem. . .

"the truth, however small, however flickering, is worth fighting for."

May we find our way through this, 

as we become windows.

Namaste'

I Am Your Daughter

I had this quote picked out for today:

“If America is anything worth loving, then it’s a promise

that’s never once been spoken, a promise buried so deep

under mountains of wealth and waste, pomp and violence,

that nobody knows if it’s a seed or a stone, a fossil or a future.” 

James A. Pearson

Then I saw Rosemerry's poem and realized she has spoken that promise

and done so with such depth of feeling and eloquence it takes my breath away.

It's who we are...I believe it with all I am.

We are "a seed...and a future."

"America, it’s not a president that makes our country great—it’s us. 

How we treat each other. "

Namaste'

 

Now Could Be The Moment

I'm voting for becoming whole

because even when falling apart,

I believe that's what's happening.

As one of these "determined creatures"

I plan to "keep on singing" no matter what.

May each of us achieve "our first task...

 to astonish"...

and then

notice what astonishes you.

I'd love to hear about it.

Namaste'

 

On Waking

This "vast land between dream and waking 

 exists among a massive array of disruptions and distraction,

or so it feels to me.  Irritants invading my shell from many directions.

I look forward to seeing the pearls brought forth from their invasion.

My best strategy is to see if I can imagine 

"this realm of pure openness where 

I am not aligned with any feelings or beliefs."

Because, truth be told, after honest reflection, I've never entered this village.

I do like the idea of being a bird that can fly wherever it chooses.

And I love the idea of entering the chamber

"where I am wholly breath and being."

May we recognize and reconnect with where we are undivided.

Namaste'

 

Message From The Wind

I'm going to keep this close by for the days and nights ahead.

I wish it were easier to "stop the swirl."

This will serve as a reminder to imagine lying

"beneath a cathedral of oaks and watching leaves

float, twirl and land."

I will wait for "truth to find me"...

and "let myself be found."

my truth at this moment is, 

life goes on no matter what happens.

How we live it and what we do with it

is up to us.  Ours to choose.  

I am deeply grateful we have each other.

Namaste'

 

Butter

I get a kick out of this poem mostly because

I'm one of those people who got the notion approval was gratuitous.

"Mind your own business" and "don't call attention to yourself"

were deep seeded messages planted in my psyche early on.

I love "the power of sweetness is as great as the power of the river and the sun."

Isn't that marvelous to let soak into your bones?

I'm looking forward to "watching the moisture trickle down

to their roots and then rolling back up again to all four corners of the leaf."

Why can't we enjoy each other in a friendly, respectful manner?

It's easy and free so why not?

Especially with those curmudgeons, all grim and proper?

Note: (I've been known to fit that description.)

So, go on, force someone to feel good about themselves.

Watch them "start to flourish from the effect."

Namaste'

 

The Only Thing We Can Know For Sure

"attend not to what has arrived but what is being stitched."

This caught my attention immediately as "following threads"

has been a current running through my mind recently.

I love the idea of attending to what is being stitched.

I confess fear is giant in my bones right now, fear and disbelief.

That is why I was glad to run across this helpful thread:

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. 

Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. 

I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. 

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. 

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” 

Frank Herbert, Dune

It does feel as if all this turmoil and nastiness has the potential of

creating something extraordinary as happens inside the oyster or clam.

Pearls are made "as a natural defence against an irritant

 such as a parasite entering their shell or damage to their fragile body." 

I can attest to the fact that it feels like a parasite has entered my shell!

Let's stitch together our many threads of pearls 

into a garment of dignity, decency 

and the continual reaching toward a true democracy.

Namaste'

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