Walking on the beach

April 30, 2011

Walked on the beach today.

S’like nothing else.

For ironing out.

The wrinkles.

And the kinks.

For submerging.

Thoughts.

With sea sounds.

And finding balance.

In sneakers.

On sharp mossy rocks.

For feeling presence.

With footprints.

Disappearing in wet sand.

And filling pockets and hearts.

With driftwood.

And tumbled sea glass.

Flowing grateful

April 25, 2011

Today I’m grateful.

For warm porridge and brown sugar.

Eaten in the quiet.

Of morning.

And for the green parakeets.

Sitting six in a line.

Outside my window.

For the last day of Pesach.

And fresh hot pita.

Savoured.

As the sun goes down.

For the sparkling wall.

Of hanging crystals.

Swaying in the light.

And for the last long day.

Of vacation.

Before starting work.

Tomorrow.

.

Celebrating Passover

April 20, 2011

The seder.

Allows us to be present.

Around the table.

Of the past.

To take a journey led.

By stories.

And songs.

And tribal memory.

And fueled.

By ritual food.

And blessings.

To close the circle.

Again.

Of a thousand years.

In a thousand places.

Springing into summer

April 16, 2011

Today summer arrived.

By surprise.

Ushered in.

By a hamsin.

From the east.

With no time to adjust.

To the heat.

Or the sun.

And no help.

From watermelon.

Or summer fruit.

And late afternoon.

I sat in the garden.

And waited for twlight.

Easy to miss.

And.

When darkness dropped.

The spring came back.

In the cool of the evening.

For just a short while.

Loving hands

April 13, 2011

Looking at my hands today.

Getting wrinkled.

From age.

And the sun.

But full.

With memory.

Of reaching out.

For other hands.

In laughter.

And in sorrow.

Of caressing lovers.

And pleasure felt.

With fingertips.

And a sensual touch.

Of stroking hair.

And holding tight.

To parents.

Slipping from me.

Of children loved.

And noses wiped.

In a mother mix.

Of strong and soft.

Hands that.

Know more.

And remember more.

Than I.

Balancing the unbalanced

April 13, 2011

I’m counting the things I want to do.

The changes I want to make.

And I’m stuck.

Only counting.

From a place of the familiar.

And the known.

Afraid to take.

The leaps and risks.

Required.

Or to trust.

In the abundance.

Choosing not to balance.

The unbalanced.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.  All life is an
experiment.  The more experiments you make the better.  What if they are a
little coarse, and you may get your coat soiled or torn?  What if you do fail,
and get fairly rolled in the dirt once or twice.  Up again, you shall never be
so afraid of a tumble. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Racing rats

April 12, 2011

Took vacation.

To stop.

Racing rats.

And start.

Chasing me.

And time.

To catch up.

With myself.

And hang out.

Before.

Gathering speed.

To jump back.

On the wheel.

Without questions.

Or thought.

Linking hands

April 5, 2011

Women friends make me feel.

Like someone will catch me.

When I fall over.

Myself.

As I inevitably do.

No words.

Or judgment.

Just hands.

Outheld.

Linked.

And ready to hug.

Resigning

April 5, 2011

The Dalai Lama resigned.

Committed to change.

Though his people.

Insisted he stay.

Politicians.

Conversely.

Insist that they stay.

The people resigned.

To wishing.

They were committed…

Paying attention

April 5, 2011

The days we pay attention.

Are marked.

With signposts.

And synchronicities.

That lead.

Back to ourselves.

If we only know.

To trust in the present.

And the less travelled path.