I am a poet, a writer, editor, worker, friend, partner.
It ends up being an anchor, a way to feel inner peace. These are times of a lot of fear, uncertainty, and upheaval. Gratitude helps me stay out of fear.
That all is well – that I’m safe, that I’m OK. My fears, poverty, worry, and loneliness go away in that minute.
Anyone who stumbles, owns it, gets up, and gets moving.
The small kindnesses that John shows me, unexpected little things, a certain softness that wasn’t there before.
All I can do is try to be an ethical, kind person. I have no children, so I can only hope I leave loved ones with a sense I did my best.
That I am here at all. To be honest, the moments of amazement have been far apart….struggling with survival as a poor person.
By walking alone and paying attention to the flower poking through the concrete, simple outdoor things. I can take time in the morning to sit outside and listen to birdsong, drink coffee, and see the day approach.
What I see is how much my idea of self is attached to external things. It’s loss and opportunity all rolled up together.
We bless you for laughter and the last breath, both divine.
Black….Deep night where all is ended, and restored.
What wants to come through me is poetry…is kindness, is a sense of humor, grace, and appreciation for what and who is in my life.
A world where we live in accordance with the truth of our interdependence…means there can be no hatred which is not self-hatred, no lie which is not self deception. My brother’s/sister’s flesh and bone, their blood and breath, are mine…their joy is mine, their justice is my own, their hunger, happiness, grief, victory, are all my own. I can choose to be an agent for my own liberation by acting on justice and loving kindness as verbs, not nouns.
The paradox of knowing life is short, that endings are real breaks my heart open in a good way. I felt it reecntly with my dog, who I know won’t be with me forever, but now, today, so very precious. My dog keeps teaching me lessons I try to bring to my relationships, friends, my spouse. Fleeting, mortal, and so very precious.
I’ve put my writng out there for the love of it, and sometimes others let me know it touched them…many times you’ll just never know . It’s like planting a seedling and never seeing the tree.
Looking at the stars reminds me of coming from them and returning to them.
I want to make a wish that matters because my heart is clear, and I know what matters, and be worthy of it.
THe winds of change don’t have to mean pain. If I can bend with the winds I will stretch myself, to be sure, but I will not break. I have had many chances to do that in my life.
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