Each day offers a newness
that wasn’t there yesterday
for each day is special and precious.
Today it was the
beauty and bounty of autumn.
Messy and unkempt but
banquets for birds, bugs and bees.
My pull to tidy things up
flew away with the wind.
The untidy arrangements
that autumn brings to be left to
the natural world and homeowners.
“The bounty of nature is too little for the greedy person.”
~ Seneca the Younger, Stoic philosopher
Born: 4 BC; Died AD 65 (aged 67 - 68)
Combining it all,
all the bright moments,
the clouds over the sun,
the yin and yang of it all,
we look back
on a day
or a year
and see only moments.
scattered and watery,
in colour or black and white
for memory is like that
elusive and ever changing.
“The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.”
~ Mawlana Jalai- al-Din Rumi, The Essential Rumi
Acceptance is believing truth
not the truth of someone else
but the truth that
lives in your bones
that tells you
what you don’t want
to believe
that your life is of
your own making
the little life that came with you
but without instructions.
Instructions whispered, spoken or yelled
through each day of your life
until all of them make sense
but shaped with your own wisdom
because you know the truth
that lives in your bones.
“Knowing others is intelligence.
Knowing yourself is true wisdom.”
~ Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
Reason when there
is an accident ~
whether a trip and fall or
the crunch of metal against metal ~ flies out the window and makes no sense.
We can only speculate
and try to make sense of a chaotic situation,
smooths the wrinkles in the timeline. Epilepsy’s seizure activity is the chaos.
Sleep smooths out the wrinkles
while the time line is on pause.
“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order..”
~ Carl Jung, psychiatrist
(1875 ~ 1961)
Giving is no-one’s business
but my own. Keeping score
makes a rag out of kindness
~ the invisible wrappings of any gift.
“Recognize joy when it arrives in
the plain brown wrappings of everyday life.”
~Judith Viorst, author
Giving is no…….
Reason when there…..
Acceptance is …….
Combining it all……
Each day offers….
“The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore.
~ Rumi
North of the North Star ~ a
direction onward over the top
of the world to the stars of the
south where the east and west
remain constant companions
while the journey goes.
In these four directions
treasures and lean times grow,
there are joys and there are sorrows.
And yet they each remain true ~
those Stars of all directions. Each
our choice to follow one or all.
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty,
but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
~ Vincent van Gogh, artist
(1853 ~ 1890)
Over the years, life has been shaped
and reshaped always
with an ember of belief in myself.
Although this ember so cooled
with life’s vagaries,
it never became a blackened wick.
Only when gently sheltered and,
with my soul’s breath,
did it give birth to a tiny flame.
“No one’s ever completely broken. It’s just a matter of how much
has to fall apart before the ember of life is exposed to air.”
~ Charles Eisenstein, author
Interested parties notice
the world around them
show their passion
in word and deed
they follow their curiosities
an odd use of time for those who chase curiosities in another direction. ~
Over coffee and cake,
they share lively conversation.
“The most fruitful and natural exercise for
our mind is, in my opinion, conversation.”
~ Michel de Montaigne, The Essays: A Selection
(1532 ~ 1592)
Trust is without definition.
It is the colour of water
in its vastness,
iron grey ~
troubled by rain clouds or
clear blue ~ reflecting
sun and moving cloud,
shades of green ~
at the shoreline where trees
bend to caress the water,
~ or capped by lacy froth
on a windy day.
Our only definition grows
from the details of our lives
lessons from those we grew up with until
our own definition blossoms
a definition that is confident and sure.
But trust remains without definition and
yet with a form we feel in our gut.
“To have faith is to trust yourself to the water.
When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water,
because if you do you will sink and drown.
Instead you relax, and float.”
~ Alan Wilson Watts, British philosopher
(1915 - 1973)
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
