shifting sands
moving foot to foot
for balance’s sake
shifting winds
sudden or slow emotions
dates on the calendar
shifting tides
undercurrents
no warning
shifting perspectives
a subtle re-order
for strength in a moment.
“The map of what we call reality is an every-shifting mosaic of ideas.”
~ Marcelo Gleiser, physicist
Muscles and bones are included
when we arrive on this earth.
Muscles weak in their youth,
bones malleable and calcify as we grow.
Our job is to
work our muscles
in concert with
our skeletons to allow us
to breathe
to walk,
to run,
to dance,
to smile
to hold a cup of tea
to hop, skip and jump
to carry our books to and from school,
to play hop scotch or kick the can,
to eat or drink when its time
to skate
to lift weights, or knead bread,
to crochet
to do fine needle work
and anything else we even try to do
to curl up and sleep, stretching, tossing and turning.
We work them with each waking minute
~ so much so that they are just there.
“Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live.”
~ Jim Rohn, entrepreneur, author
(1930 ~ 2009)
A high and mighty wind
A broad blue canvas set higher
A palette of cloud set between
gifted a busied weekday
with strokes of genius
Lifting my sight to the sky
I felt my heart and soul expand.
“On the canvas of life,
Every sweep of the brush matters,
Counts for something…"
~ Scott Hastie, poet
