My stomach twists
when I feel my age -
at least my body’s age;
my mind juggles all the
what if’s and want to’s
that jostle for attention.
Age just keeps aging!
Want to’s take energy.
Makes things a bit off kilter.
So I’ll just march on
even if it is a bit slower
~ some days.
“As you get older, you don’t get wiser. You get irritable.”
~ Doris Lessing, author
(1919 ~ 2013)
Cared about, I still felt lost, then
I looked to my feet. I knew that
only I could direct them
where and when I would go
in this day and time of mine.
My wandering mind took me to
places filled with shining promise
along with stories I told myself
until I shaded in colours of reality,
mixed with dreams I hold dear.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Where is the bright spot?
Did it pass by too quickly ~
snagged on
the back of my mind.
A snap of the fingers.
The flick of a light switch.
Quick as a hummingbird.
The smile of a passerby.
All things that
lighten my step and
ease my load.
“When every day seems the same, it is because we have stopped
noticing the good things that appear in our lives.”
~ Paul Coehlo, poet
Patience is a lovely practice.
It lets me breathe.
See and hear life around me.
Quiets all the busy thinking
of the chattering should’s
and shouldn’t have’s
rolling through
my mind while I wait for
anything, something, everything.
It let’s me breathe in life around me;
hear all the life around me.
Patience is a lovely practice.
“Patience is the calm acceptance that things can happen
in a different order than the one you have in your mind.”
~ David G. Allen, author
Arguments seldom win anything
especially arguments that
run amok through a person’s mind.
All that mind chatter has
the faces and voices from
the distant past ~
everyone living rent free
at my beck and call ~
until I give them
eviction notices
Time passes quietly but they wait
patiently for a so called ‘bad' day
to nail down squatters rights.
With each ‘eviction notice’
their voices lose strength until
I accept
that it really is my own voice
repeating these old messages.
Then I know I really am
the boss of me.
“Be mindful of your self-talk. It’s a conversation with the universe.”
~ David James, footballer
that my conscious
mind believes it holds.
The shadow hand,
full of creative energy,
holds my consciousness still;
words spill out to trace
a story
a dream
a wish
The page, once blank
and without thought
hums with life.
“My shadow serves as the friend I crave.”
~ Anna Akhmatova, poet
(1889 ~ 1966)
Listen
Listen for changes that
come with a shift in
consciousness,
alertness,
knowledge
to reshape beliefs,
to mould the heart
Your mind will tell you
the direction to take
the star to follow
The message may not be
written in words, or
sung in song but
from deep within
laden with intuition.
“The intuitive mine is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift,”
~ Albert Einstein
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| August 2024 |
Over a year ago, I began
a sourdough starter ~
bubbly and full of life.
Flattened and lazy,
On the watch for
mould or a flat taste.
no mould appeared
taste is sharp and sour!
What was I doing wrong?
Too long in the cold
fed once a week!
No reason to bubble.
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So it is with spirit
Excitement in life
shrinks in the cold
flattens without life
stirred and kept warm,
danced and out of breath
What excites me?
ideas that beg for the written word
story that stirs my soul to laughter or tears
music to tap my toes and sway my hips
What excites your heart and mind?
“For here I hope begins our lasting joy.”
~ William Shakepeare
(Re: Sourdough restoration: I’m keeping it on the cupboard and feeding it once a day for a while until it’s back to it’s bubbly self. Maybe a week? In this cold weather, I’m not going far from home.A metaphor for life - it I keep my life in the cold)
