How We Disappear

We are not disappearing...

Being quiet is not being absent.

Holding sorrow, grief and dignity

all at the same time matters...

matters a great deal.

We are gathering our power.

We are not disappearing.

 

Do Stones Feel?

Animism explained by Mary Oliver.

It has changed the way I view the world...

even as I often catch myself continuing to see 

plants, especially "weeds" as objects...

same goes for flies, mosquitoes and such.

It's a steep learning curve.

I find myself explaining to weeds why

I have to remove them and apologizing

when smacking a biting insect automatically.

It's also a daunting responsibility.

It's made me realize how much I've objectified

the world around me.

Let's hope there is generous forgiveness

toward us unaware humans 

for our obtuse behavior.

 

But I'm Not There

We are always here...never there.

May your here be rich, sweet and fertile.

 

 

I Am Made

Leave it to Virginia Woolf.

She states something simple and profound.

My wish and my desire is to be

made and remade into 

the human I am...

a simple, complex, multi layered

mix of ordinary and outrageous,

ho hum and hallelujah;

rookie stumbles and humble wisdom.

May the process continue.

 

What Stillness

"No human voices break the stillness. . .where

I come to forget the foolishness of homo sapiens."

How I treasure temporary forgetting of 

"the foolishness of homo sapiens."

Calling it foolishness is a kindness.

"What sunlight does to water, stillness does to us."

It doesn't require a hilltop pond...

it does ask for a quieting of our mind...

no small undertaking, yet possible...

more so with practice.

When you find yourself there, 

it may feel unsettling...

don't panic...settle anyway.

Consider it a chance to encounter

the panorama of amazing

living inside you 

just below the surface.

Tender or terrible...it's yours and it matters.

 

Morning Sky Symphony

 

Don't Hesitate

"Still life has some possibility let.  

Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, 

that sometimes something happens better than 

all the riches or power in the world."

I suggest we keep our eyes and our hearts

wide open for where this is happening.

A pet's exuberant greeting,..

a riotous display of flowers blooming

in an unexpected spot where nature planted them...

warm strong arms saving you from a fall...

time with a loved one you don't get to see often.

When you remember to look, crumbs become a cake.

"whatever it is, don't be afraid of its plenty.

Joy is not made to be a crumb."