Everything, Anything

"that imagining, 

is a starting place."

What would a world of

true liberty and true justice for all

look like?  

What would it feel like,

in my bones?

What would we be hearing?

I'm trying to imagine it.

Floating on a river of goodness

where everyone and everything

is treated with respect.

Where no one is ever considered

"less than" or undeserving.

This is what I'm imagining.

kastilwell

 

If We Want To Have A Sense of Belonging

My mind has been chewing on this

since I heard it this weekend.

Listening to someone 

from an indigenous lineage

describe the impact of colonization

and the subsequent healing from

recovering their sense of belonging

and cultural identity was moving.

It seems to me, so many threads weave

us back to the land...

to the ground beneath our feet...

our actual barefoot feet,

and our relationship with our

physical body interdependent with

this earth, each other, and with all 

who live upon it with us.

Entanglement indeed.

kastilwell

There is Something Infinitely Healing

Oh, this thought

induced a deep release in me

when I read it this morning;

in light of my keen anticipation 

of high octane days ahead.

Instead of armoring myself up,

I am letting go and trusting

in the flow whether it be 

 choppy or slow or all speeds in between.

It brought me back to roots.

Reminding me there is room

for all of it. 

kastilwell

Evening

I've read this several times and still need to pause and absorb the word evening

"for the balance it implies". The "end of the day" is so deeply embedded in my brain,

thinking of it as evening, as in evening things out, as in equilibrium...

takes somewhat fierce concentration.  Even so, I love the way this contemplation

has changed the way I see evening and will from now on.  

"Surrendering with grace to the evening"...no matter what time of day it is.  

kastilwell

 

Trust

It makes sense to rejoice in

all the things we often take for granted.

Waking up in the morning, for example.

Lights coming on, hot beverage in your cup,

legs to walk on, eyes to see...

the list is long.

Ticking these off is a grand way

to brighten your mood anytime.

I love the thought that my

"life is delivered even though I can't read the address."

kastilwell

 

Hush

"The faces that you love are chalices."

What an exquisite way to describe those faces.

Even when far away, their voices and photos of them

provide a sip of wine.

"Belief is as hard as a hickory nut that cracked, 

holds many mansions."

What mansions does my belief hold?

I explore the many rooms within.

They continue to offer solace 

as well as tender encouragement

to rearrange and freshen up in places.

"Hush.  Slow down."

Let yourself feel. 

Let yourself luxuriate

in the wonder of your existence.

kastilwell

 

Good Bones

https://maggiesmithpoet.com/

We have good bones...they are meant to

 "provide shape and support for the body, 

as well as protection for some organs".

I'm concentrating on 

making this place beautiful.

Turning my gaze to the good.

Silently encouraging all decent folks

to push wherever they can

in whatever way they can

to root this world into dignity.

If each of us made one small, brave gesture

toward big kindness and honest truth,

couldn't we restore balance?

Couldn't we ignite a chain reaction

that spread throughout the lands?

A small seed of mutual respect

growing and spreading into

a giant forest of common sense

and reasonable collaboration?

We have good bones.

Let's realize (real eyes) our fullest potential.

kastilwell