Trusting change

June 30, 2011

The notion.

That change must come.

Follows me.

Perched on my shoulder.

Like Pinocchio’s cricket.

While I try to ignore it.

Recognizing the toughness.

Of moving.

From a comfortable space.

Though knowing.

It’s more rocky.

Than it used to be.

Trying to align.

Faith and action.

And heart and mind.

To open.



Learning Tai Chi

June 22, 2011

Every Monday.

I learn Tai Chai.

And I wonder.

How the more I learn.

The harder it gets.

No longer fooled.

By its simplicity.

Or slowness.

But seeing something.

Of its depth.

Beyond me.

To remember.

To balance.

To breath.

To flow.

And not with the mind.

But the body.

Learning to connect.

With the empty.


Listening at Twilight

June 22, 2011

Twilight’s short around here.

Marked more by sound.

Than sight.

And walking the paths.

At dusk I hear.

Kids’ shouts mingled.

With mothers calling.

Home. Before dark.

And tractors from far.

In the sunflower fields.

Hurrying. The last pick.

Of the light.

And along the ditches.

Crickets and frogs.

Fight for chorus.

With jackals.

Loud. In surround sound.

And above my head.

If I listen hard.

The barn owl’s breath.

Following me.

Down the path.

At dusk.

Flowing grateful

June 11, 2011

Today I’m grateful.

For a weekend.

Free from email.

And remembering.

Not to read the news.

For a grey twilight beach.

With the sun fading down.

And a bonfire.

Of salty blue wood.

For dinner with friends.

In night-air and laughter.

With marmalade ice-cream.

And a honeysuckle scent.





Flowing Grateful

June 8, 2011

Today I’m grateful.

For a lazy morning lie-in.

And the red hammock.

Now hanging on my porch.

For the first pink watermelon.

And a blue plate.

Piled with white salty cheese.

For the summer wind.

Bringing coolness.

As the day turned dry and yellow.

And for a black night drive.

Of open windows.


With the last slice of cheesecake.

Forgotten in the fridge.

Working the weekend

June 5, 2011

Thought today.

About my weekend.


When I started.

Putting dishes.

Before siesta.

And laundry.

Before a walk on the beach.

And how priorities.

Get turned around.

With the good stuff.

Left til last.

Standing in line.

At the end of the chores.

And made a promise.

To myself.

Next weekend.