Today in this life that has become increasingly manic-depressive (saddened and plummeted to despair by the friends’ losses, uplifted by the selfless acts of people from all walks of life,) I will pause often, taking deep breaths inhaling love and kindness to fill my entire body. Exhaling love and kindness through my heart.
My drawers are full of things I do not need. Who needs X number of socks and underwear? After all, I have a perfectly good washer and dryer. But there are fearful and worrisome thoughts in my head I no longer need. After all, I am supported and surrounded by love from many sources, virtual and real. I need caution and common sense in these turbulent times, that bless in a way, opening our eyes and hearts to what we do and do not need. For that I am grateful.
I am grateful for it all.
I think I’m yearning for connection. Ironically, I’m feeling more connected with myself, with the world, with divinity, through this time of enforced separation.
This is hard. Of course, family, friends, writing, writing, nature, world peace, planetary healing. Being old, I have had to give up things along the way as the body ages. Presently, caring for my husband has forced me to give up even more, which admittedly fills me with bitterness from time to time. I feel forced into a role which I’m still processing. Connection to something greater than myself, and with myself in a loving way, is what is left. Gratitude for what was, and wh...
This is hard. Of course, family, friends, writing, writing, nature, world peace, planetary healing. Being old, I have had to give up things along the way as the body ages. Presently, caring for my husband has forced me to give up even more, which admittedly fills me with bitterness from time to time. I feel forced into a role which I’m still processing. Connection to something greater than myself, and with myself in a loving way, is what is left. Gratitude for what was, and what is, when I open my eyes and heart, sustains me, gives me that sweet connection.
Near trees, on my front porch, snorkeling the ocean, digging in the soil, beholding a desert sunset, watching a sky filled with soaring birds, and amazing clouds. I love open spaces. I feel truly at home as I peck out words on my mac.
A cliche, but “opening to it.” Allowing it to flow freely inward and outward. Maybe dissolving in “it” like stardust in the heavens from whence we came. It seems a strong invitation, indeed, to recognize there is no “other,” and to thrive in this knowledge, Have we been placed in time-out to contemplate and absorb this wonder?
The global health challenges facing us cannot but help stretch our hearts as we share with all people common fear and concerns. Our lives have been similarly altered regardless of political, religious, or ethnic beliefs Ironically, forced isolation is bringing us together.
The dream in me, I think, is not unique. It is the urge to goodness in all of us, the spark that was struck when human consciousness made us aware of the other. In these challenging times, we brush away, step over obstacles, and move closer to completing the cycle, knowing there is no other.
Old and housebound during this crisis, I offer a few words strung together with optimism, hope, gratitude, and humor, wherever I can.
When nothing more is required. When you comprehend the difference between “need” and “want.” When gratitude for having what you need happens, the heart opens to unlimited exchanges of love and compassion.
Those of positivity, yet offering solace. Those of good cheer grounded in good sense. Those reaching out anonymously however they can. Those seeking to elevate rather than diminish. Those filled with humility.
By being present for every bite of food, recalling the long chain of people responsible for bringing that bite to my mouth. Supporting local food banks, soup kitchens, however I can.
Answering the daily questions, usually at length in my journal, and reading the reflections of others. Posting three things every day that I am happy about As it turns out, these postings are always about gratitude, implicit or implied.
Romantic love? Generic love? Tough love? Spiritual love? Unconditional love? An article I read this morning, “I don’t need an enemy,” affected me greatly. Understanding this, practicing this idea of having no enemy would unite us in all aspects of love, allow us to come together to settle differences with respect, whether personal, national or global.
Living gratefully has made me less fearful, by moving my focus to what is “right” and good about my life. The resulting optimism is one of the natural opposites of fear, an antidote.
Taking off blinders that keep me from recognizing tiny acts of kindness, and love that surround me every day. Realizing that I, too, pass along these tiny blessings. I’m grateful for this tiny, but powerful insight.
The Haiku study seems a kind of community, lovely energy being gathered and released by people reaching for beauty and spirit of the now. Thank you.
Shining on my porch,
tiny stone, flat and silver grey.
Tree frog hops away
Warming campfire blaze
Crackling flames tell ancient tales
Fur-wrapped men in caves.
Smoke and embers
Ignite sorrow in every land
Notre Dame’s ashes.
I join silent crowd,
climb hill’s crest, gaze down, and gasp!
Hopi Deer Dancers!
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