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 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.

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.