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
When the order of things is
1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~
and so on….
but the time of things
does not match the order,
how to make sense of it all
just do what needs doing
ignore #2 to answer
the phone when it rings,
accept a sudden appointment
because
it has been too long a wait,
push #3 aside to make room
for the laundry
from the dryer,
put #1 to the back of
the order of things.
It is not my order but an order
I have yet to envision ~
my fingers, my feet and my heart
seem to know differently.
“Deep in human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe
that makes sense, But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”
~Frank Herbert, Dune
Glistening ice on
curbs and sidewalks
crumbling snow against
curbs…..and sidewalks
run off crossing corners
drains hidden beneath ice pack
sun warm and bright ~
relief on a spring day.
“Spring is far more than just a changing
of seasons; it’s a rebirth of the spirit”
~ Toni Sorenson, author
Maybe not or maybe so
a decision hard to make
when opinions from all sides
push like gentle pins
until I feel like closing
my eyes and ears when
discussion has swept
sanity and civility from the table
The moral of this story is to
keep quiet, step back and
just decide
according to what’s right.
“I’d rather lose an argument than get into
a long discussion in order to win it.”
~ Rafael Nadal, tennis player
Damn! I missed the Oscars.
Entertainers entertaining us
and themselves. More than
that they are honouring each
other past and present. The
glittering gowns and colourful
ensembles are attractions,
but it pleases me to hear the tributes, and gratitude poured out lavishly. Not just for the actors that work to entertain us all, but the people behind the cameras, lights and costuming;
directing, cinematography, set design, writers and musical scores; Honoured as well are those that have passed in
the previous year from all departments
behind the making of films throughout their careers.
The dark threads of cynicism and politics
weave its way through the glitter and gratitude.
A bitter sweet part of the whole show.
“We must find time to stop and thank the
people who make a difference to our lives.”
~ John F. Kennedy
