March 29, 2011

It’s my Mom’s birthday.

And since she’s not here.

I can tell.


For she’d never allow me to say.

And though I dwell.

In the present.

In the here and the now.

I allow space.

For the longing.

That washes over.

So I can hardly breathe.

With the missing.


Watching the news

March 29, 2011

Watched the news today.

The latest chapter.

Of worry and fear.

With no glimmer offered.

Or good to be told.

And after it’s over.

Breathed in deep.

In search of the wonder.

They never show.


March 26, 2011

Woke up this morning.

To feel the sun.

And the earth.

Went outside.

Pulled weeds.

For proportion.

Dug dirt.

For grounding.

And listened.

For comfort.

When nothing is certain.

To touch the earth.

Is to be reminded.

We’re home.

And all’s right.

With the world.

In spite of evidence.

To the contrary.

Shifting earth

March 20, 2011

Today Japan disappeared.

From the news.

Like nothing happened.

A week ago.

Replaced by bombs.

In Libya.

Dropped to save lives.

So they say.

The lesson unlearned.

Of our equal fragility.

And sameness.

When the earth shifts.

Heavy with burden.

Piled upon her.

Flowing grateful

March 15, 2011

Today I’m thankful.

For the fresh avocado.

On a salty cracker.

For breakfast.

And for noticing the grey pebbles.

From the beach.

For the sun that shone.

After days of rain. 

And the quiet around me.

With no one home til four.

But true gratitude today.

Is a negative.

If allowed.

Today I’m grateful.

I live elsewhere.

Than Japan.

Learning Japanese

March 15, 2011

Japan teaches.

The fragility.

And the question.

Where do we dwell?

If not in things.

Or in the illusion of control.

Perhaps in the flow and ebb.

Where things come to pass.

And pass.

Is where we must learn.

To live. And flourish.


March 9, 2011

Wrapped an old friend around me.

Like a blanket.

This weekend.

A welcome home.

To myself. Of now.

And to myself. Of old.

And times somewhat forgotten. 


And laughed.

In conversation.

That spans the years.

And generously leaves room.

For change.

And new lives.

And growing older.

The kind of friendship.

That makes you count.

Your blessings.


March 9, 2011

Travelling this week.

Seeing people.

Do what I do.

Just somewhere else.

And differently.

But much the same.

Seeing from the side.

And thinking.

How I could do some things.

Differently. Too..