I decided to be grateful and to just be and to sit in the autumn beauty with my coffee and my dogs.
October 6, 2020
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?
October 5, 2020
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.
October 2, 2020
I am sent the message: Recovery Mode
Wouldn’t that be nice?
October 1, 2020
I woke early,
a little bit early, four:something is beginning to be the New Normal,
and lay in bed thinking about all the things.
Then my head lit upon one of the things which is a tasty and tempting to-do
and I crawled out of bed.
Beautiful Sgiobalta has slept at my feet.
What a privilege and a wonder to be the cozy place she would like to sleep.
And then, there he was.
Orion.
He’s back.
Hello, lover.
September 29, 2020
Beloved Saint Michael,
thank you from the deepest part of my self.
Two days before full moon…
Can it be?
Did I solve my posting trouble all by myself?
No. I may have figured it out and pushed the right buttons,
But Tech Support taught me to figure it out.
Thanks, Tech Support!
And Onward
WordPress seems to not like making new posts this week – I will ask Tech Support to solve the problem. Meanwhile, I am working on a new collection of Moon poetry.
August 17th
Fire tornadoes in the headlines,
But Sgiob and I
(and small dog Max)
had a beautiful woods walk before coming to this virtual desk.
A beautiful spirit gave me a beautiful gift –
and the challenge to use it in good faith.
I have fought the demon which says to lay it by, pristine,
unmarred by me.
Challenge accepted – with a tiny bit of trembling and a tiny false start –
Thanks, Val.
August 11th
Early, early – fireflies and Perseids
dance together with me in the meadow.
I can’t always tell which is which.
and that’s magical.
August 10th
How is this going to work, then,
this week of peace?
I’ve already undermined myself with work to do before I can feel peaceful.
At least I planned ahead to undermine myself?
August 7th
All the folk gather – from all over the world,
safely masked by distance and tech.
Welcome back together, friends!
August 4th
Summer rain,
Coolth,
A slow saunter around the meadow,
We all stop to sniff the flowers.
Some of us try eating them, I’ll let you guess who.
Lùnastal, 2020
Tonight, tonight, tonight!