Detachment

Detachment

Like a leaf letting go

of a twig

on a branch

of a tree

from spreading roots

floating down

to a pond

to rest on the surface

to re-compose into silt

to settle or wash away

providing nourishment for roots of trees

that grow and sprout

branches

twigs

leaves

Detaching

with love

with understanding

with acceptance

with curiosity

offers opportunity

for drift

for travel

for growth

for restructuring

For each other.

"As human beings, out greatness lies not so much in 

being able to remake the world - that is the myth of the 

 - 'atomic age' - as in being able to remake ourselves."

- Gandhi

Beach Scene

A golden winged dragonfly

lay upon hard packed white sand

A delicate turquoise insect 

Blown in by the winds?

Hard packed sand stretched on and on, 
many hued broken sea shells sharply paved surf's edge

families, brightly suited, splashed and played on or near shore

surfers rode curling waves, coming in low to wait for the next one.

Cannonball jelly fish washed up, spaced far apart

lay bloated and shiny drying in sun and wind.

This lone dragonfly seemed 

perfectly suited to the scene

even though still waters, 

a usual habitat where

food and shelter abound, 

were close.

“There is really nothing more to say ~ except why. But since 

why is difficult to handle, one must take refuge in how.“       

  ~ Toni Morrison

Community

Buttercups

Community

Communing

Communication

Complexity

Combinations

Intersections

Interactions 

Small or large groups of humanity

Community has always 

felt and sounded 

supportive and kind.

Getting to know communities

as spools of threads colored with 

old and new resentments

differing preferences

personal opinions that

build a multitude of tapestries 

~ colours and texture woven into the fabric of community

From birth to death, 

there are many narrow or broad pastures to traverse in each life.

Life events challenge us to accept 

blossoming opportunities with

each graduation,

as we pass through the employment world,

and in maturity when new discovery awaits.

Each stage of our lives is an individual space 

within a community tapestry.

For those of us fortunate enough to

work within

wander through

rest inside many communities

we have each been tiny buttercups spread throughout,

adding colour and hue to each community.

“I know there is strength in the differences between 

us. I know there is comfort, where we overlap.”

~ Ani DiFranco

The Art of Centering

Irritation.  

Frantic running.

Handle bars of life.

Keep me in my center, 

away from all the strife?

I shouldn’t ever feel the things old mind tapes always play.

But if I don’t how can I find 

my center in this day?!

Slow is irritating.

Fast, a frantic marathon.

To get things in a scheduled life all perfect and all done

‘The hurrider I go ahead, the behinder' I do go

Then when I do, I stand so still

All I can say is NO.

I can’t do this, I can’t do that.

I really have no time.

Yet keeping in my center, the rhythm is all mine.

Slow or maybe quickly,  

I find there's been no need 

To get things done by Thursday

or even by next week.

It’s only in the journey and

peaceful daily steps I seek

that my ‘hurrider’ slows down

and ‘behinder’ catches up.

“Anytime you sense you are getting overrun by 

outside influences and losing your feeling, put 

your attention inside your body.  Relax........let

 your breath sink low...breathe in your abdomen...”

- Anne Kent Rush

Confidence ~ 1

Confidence 

at the end of the day is peaceful,

weaving loose ends of the day's interactions.

Colorful tapestries, rolled and stacked 

in the closets of my mind

to be retrieved and used in lessons for 

tomorrow – and tomorrow – and tomorrow.

Confidence

at the end of the day, despite tiredness, mental and physical

does not look, or feel, as early morning confidence does.

A slower energy, carrying a cup of tea to a cozy bed

takes me into restful sleep.

Confidence

at the end of the day

resides in my heart and in my home

in the colors of my things large and small

pictures of family and friends in many times and places.

“I am not a has-been.  I am a will be.”

~  Lauren Bacall

The Gosling Report ~ 1

They grow up so fast!

Where does the time go?

Cleo and I rested 

on the grassy slope 

looking down on the pond to

watch the growing family.

Still seven goslings!

Mom and Dad had let them stray a bit farther while we watched.

Swimming lessons in the morning,

This afternoon, finding food, tender

beaks scratched in moist earth.

“Growth is the only evidence of life.”

- John, Cardinal Newman

Rainy days bring opportunity

Strolling the meadow cancelled today ~ at least for me.

A cool and cloudy rainy day

slowed my interest in daisies and goslings.

My longing for outside air on my skin satisfied when a lull in the rain pulled me out of doors 

to dig in mud, gray and thick with clay, bound in balls around invading grass roots.

A perfect vent for pent up energy.

An afternoon full of kids and balloons with

pizza and ice cream at 

3 year old Madylin’s birthday party.

All ages of family, visiting and sharing stories.

Birthday gifts unwrapped and shown around.

Cups of tea after the party

at a local coffee house shared with

Larry, Dana, and Suze

Home to a ‘Meow Chorus’, kitties and dog fed.

Popcorn and a movie brought this cool, rainy day to a close.

A ballooning of moments to enjoy despite the wet weather.

“Thunder is good, thunder is impressive;

but it is the lightening that does the work.”

- Mark Twain