What breaks my heart is spring and the miracle of new life all around me. What breaks my heart are the words “active shooter drill” and that my 6 yr old great niece knows them as part of her reality. Both equally motivate me to cry, to praise/pray and in the case of the latter, petition and vote.

Peace for me is in the pause-with a breath- and is always available-when I remember!

I can become more awake through intention and practice and allowing my self to engage when things spark my interest and curiousity.

Mourning dove nesting in white flowers of weeping cherry while metallic green hummingbird-flash of red! and dark and busy bees drink sweet nectar. Amen.

It feels expansive and sacred. My gratefulness opens up and expands.

I can clear any weeds and align my intention with my attitude and my attitude with my actions.

Through Knowing the necessity – and also the uniqueness of what “Beauty”. means to me. Spring decluttering, clearing and decorating were my priority last month. Yesterday I was thoroughly delighted by the sight of small corner that I had added a table, lamp, and plant to 🙂 – BEAUTIFUL to me! This month I think I will plan some field trips to beauty…botanical gardens, art museum, glass museum are all coming to mind!

That what IS is pretty amazing and enough.

“It’s that knife edge of uncertainty where we find our truest power”… For me not waiting for the “sure things” is trusting life…

When I say my critical thoughts aloud and when I expect perfection from myself instead of good enough or a pat on my back I highjack the possibility of joy.

I might love more fully the parts of me that get sad about the things I cannot change…

Play, silence, being out of doors, a delicious meal, community, plants breaking through in spring, vegetable flowers, poetry.

be still. receive. give. receive. give. be still.

Sampson and I play
daily chase and tug o’ war
minding our hour-Lauds

Downward dog, tail wag
my invitation issued
I accept with glee!

“Anon” is interesting…. The paradox of sight/insight and “my” sight/insight. Of a peak experience being an experience of presence and the retelling with haiku a sharing of that present in which it become’s the reader’s…thus “anon”… Very cool.

Heavy snow Silence
Hot tub steam rises…
I KNOW!
I laugh.
… then I cry

Muddy paws again!
winter’s frosty feet melted
by April’s warm breath

Tulip shoots grow green
– straight through the lacy brown leaves
Spring creeps forcefully

I love this! Haiku, to me, is putting words to the “Stop. Look. Go. practice.
Red bird fights himself
Beak strikes the bright window pane
Rap!
Rap!
Rap!
in vain

the lake is lost
in the rain which is lost
in the lake
I am drawn to this haiku because it is at once clever and evocative. I notice its conciseness and imagery and can see the rain/lake and also feel an otherworldliness in that moment.

YES! to the Ministry of Presence, Kevin. 🙂