The Flow of Time

There is time ~

there is always time 

   a glide 

so soft and quick 

not slow 

  nor fast 

    nor even steady, 

life exists in the moments 

that surround us. 

How did you feel 

  the flow of time yesterday?

“I blinked my eyes 

and in an instant, 

decades had passed.”

~ John Mark Green, 

Last the Wild Wonder: Poems

Out of Chaos ~ ORDER ~ Theme for March 2026

 

Open-ended guides……

Rhythmic flow……. 

Dreams included….

Epilepsy just a part…..

Relax and breathe…….

“Chaos is merely order waiting to be deciphered.”

~ José Saramago, The Double

(1922 ~ 2010)

Love it! ~ ALIVE ~ Theme for May 2024

Alert, aware, awake……..

Laughing into each day….

Inviting happiness along….

Vastly bigger than…..

Entering the flow….

“There was a shyness to the sky and a nowness to the world 

that he had never seen or felt or realized before.”

~ Neil Gaiman, Stardust

A Writing Life

Ideas that perk and burble

like ducks in a pond

keep my mind busy with

fragments and maybes

until I sit down to write,

then ideas swim away 

as a new idea flows 

from my pen.

“That’s the great secret of creativity, 

You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.”

~ Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing: 

Releasing the Creative Genius Within You

To Drift and Settle

Like a leaf 

Drifting down and down

Like the fog

Settling into bush and tree

My mood

Drifts and settles quietly

Uplifted by

The easy flow of breath and movement

Like a leaf

That settles to the earth

Like the fog

That lifts up and away

My mood

Settles into contentment

Uplifted by 

The beautiful music of life.

“Embrace the glorious mess that you are,”

~ Elizabeth Gilbert

Fitting

Hornby Island, May 2008

Effectively finding peace of mind ~

A gentle journey knowing no end

Peace of mind, from a depth of wisdom, flows from

  what we do every day, 

    what we have achieved, 

      what we believe to be true

        what gives us meaning

Peace of mind slips into spirit and soul as the right key in a lock.

“Set peace of mind as your highest goal, and organize your life around it.”

~  Brian Tracy

Going with the Flow

Electric passions ruffle still waters

of a soul troubled into stagnation 

welcoming the freshening current

flowing with depth and strength 

bringing fresh perspectives against

a menacing canopy of tears and fears.

“There is scarcely any passion without struggle.”

~ Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays

Collaborative Growth

Preparation and process
roll along together.
Preparation gathers the pieces,
process starts the flow.
Should our process stall and falter,
we prepare another layer deep;
while our process gathers energy
our preparations change and grow.

“We cannot accomplish all that we need 

to do without working together.”

~ Bill Richardson

Flow

Openings between souls and tasks
in the busyness of a work or play,
flow together seamlessly
in great streams of energy.

“I trust the flow of life.”

~ Marketa Irglova

Transition

Transition ~ such a gentle word.

Flow through softened time

brings newness and change.

Change is often uncomfortable.

Transition, thoughtful action,

allows acceptance to enter in.

Transition ~ reflective and open

to present circumstance of 

surroundings and person.

Resisting transition ~ resists opportunity

Flow stagnates and dries up

leaving no room for growth.

“Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Gut Feelings Ignored

Warning lights turned off

when we learn to ignore

flickers and flashes 

almost too faint to feel

almost too dim to see,

but electricity still 

flows and sparks

without warning.

Not severely destructive,

at least not noticeably so,

it burns through the air like

a cut of fork lightning.

leaving in it’s wake 

a vague, unsettled feeling that

something is amiss.

An aura of char and burning.

“A trembling in the bones may carry a more convincing 
testimony than the dry documented deductions of the brain.”

~ Llewelyn Powers

Family Extension Day

A bit of a ramble about this day at home ~ an extension of a great weekend in Vancouver

with my sons in Jason’s home. (Both a couple of years older than in this picture)

I have just spent nearly a week with my one or both of my sons, tempering anything untoward as being quite meaningless.

For today - no scheduled activities with one unexpected gift!

Bright sunshine when the weather man said rain.

(At this writing he has been redeemed - it is attempting to rain)

So, profound thoughts are put to rest for today.

An early morning for writing, then

dusting and vacuuming.

A wandering walk at the dog park at Dallas Road with Jeff and Dyogi, a lovely segue from morning to afternoon.

Afternoon’s energies spent 

cooking

preparing

baking

barbecuing

Cooking

Quinoa salad following Jason’s lead earlier in the week.

Preparing

Lunches for my next for four day shifts at work.

(Quinoa salad takes center stage.)

Baking

Two lovely loaves of whole wheat, flax meal and oatmeal bread

rest on the counter for a birthday dinner on Friday.

Barbequeing

Jeff barbequed a couple of delicious steaks to round out the afternoon.

Mmmmmm good.

Were there mishaps?

A couple of minor ones that did little to interrupt the day’s gentle flow.

“He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”

 - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Today has flowed...

...smoothly to the rhythm of 

Frank Sinatra's croon,

deep south blues legends, and 

Tennessee Ernie Ford's bass rumble.

Off and away after lunch to attend the

Epilepsy Advisory Committee meeting.

An active and interesting group 

we discussed

    the minutes of the last meeting,

    the plans for the upcoming Purple Day celebrations:

A Plane Pull for Epilepsy the featured event on March 24,2012, and

more about an online networking site to help to keep the various disparate members in communication about all things epilepsy - or just to visit.

A good day....Good night all.

“To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing your veins,

Everything living has a rhythm.  Do you feel your music?

~ Michael Jackson