I read a thing yesterday
that made me sick at heart.
Time to put the armor back on.
I walk the dogs and write raw poetry. Won’t you join me?
I read a thing yesterday
that made me sick at heart.
Time to put the armor back on.
The dog-snuffles
and daughter-footsteps,
and coffee-pot gurgles,
and soon it becomes a simple celebration of hats and kibble and walkies and teeth and baths and gentle chatter and user questions and eternal questions about milk.
and he has roared and stretched luxuriantly
and shown his sharp teeth and stretched down for another nap,
Stretching Time out in such a way,
that several days share one sleep.
It’s very different from the frenzied packing-everything-in days.
I am grateful for yesterday – the day when we said farewell to my retiring doctor,
The day I spent knitting,
The day I spent teaching and grading papers,
The day I spent with loved ones.
Thank you, gentle day in October, for your gentle way with Time.
They dance before me — or hide behind veils —
Who is this circle?
What do they know of themselves?
What do they not know?
Who is in this Family and who is not? Who lives
within these walls, if body is nowhere near as important as spirit?
Who are they to me?
Perhaps that’s the question.
And whom do they need me to be to them?
Today the stillness,
Today the emptying,
Flow out,
flow out,
flow out…
I empty myself
— not for some other purpose,
because it is good to do so.
Let go,
let go,
let go.
Breathe
all
the
way
out.
Slipping closer, closer,
shedding her skin
But still fresh and silver.
Sometimes it’s all made of mistakes,
from errors in judgment
to hate-filled genocide.
From the life I’m walking
To the history of shame.
To the countless individuals.
So much comes down to keeping your eye on the ball.
Mamaidh throws it this way two times in a row and then we assume it’s going this way,
but then she calls, “Look!”
and it’s still in her hand,
and we run all the way back to her,
and then she throws it that way!
Also, woofing at the ball does not make it go.
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I decided to be grateful and to just be and to sit in the autumn beauty with my coffee and my dogs.
There’s a lot to be grateful for,
There’s a lot to realize.
There are things I’m a bit silly about – or stubborn.
If the new adventure feels like ramming my head against a brick wall, then perhaps it is not the right adventure to be on.
Patience taught me
(no, I’m being quite literal, the Reverend Doctor Patience Stoddard)
that it’s all right to say “Let’s try an experiement for six months and then re-assess”
and it is freakin’ all right to say, “This experiment taught us not to do that. Change of plan.”
The question is how much striving is the dream worth?
And can’t I look around at the previous fifty six years of striving, laziness, survival, dreaming,
and be ok and grateful?
We found one very darling lupine plant, small, striving,
rimed with frost.
It’s not your time, sweet thing,
now is time to rest.
But it didn’t listen to me.
It kept pushing its roots down, down, down.
I apologize.
You know best when to advocate for yourself.
I will just shut up and stand near and witness.