Standing Back to Back

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We stand together at the brink of December’s end. The year of 2017 is lurching, exhausted, to a close.  With a mix of relief and of trepidation I prepare to turn the last calendar page of 2017 to uncover January 2018.  I feel more than a bit hesitant to let another year in after the chaos we are preparing to sweep out the door. Continue reading “Standing Back to Back”

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Away from Lost

universetangleSome days.

Some tangled problems

you leave behind

unsolved, unresolved

behind in time and in space.

Some days, you give permission

to walk away.

Some day you find you are free

then, you are found.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

Ball Points

The sign says, ‘Ball Point Trail’.

“Who names a hiking trail after a pen?” I wonder as we pull into the gravel parking lot.

I imagine some historic ball point pen inventor or maybe a writer. I consider a famous historical, nature-loving philosopher with deep, deep thoughts regarding  pens.

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But, on second glance, the sign reads, ‘Bull Point Trail’, not as interesting as a trail named after writing utensils. Continue reading “Ball Points”

Dawn Breezes

Coffee with cream,

steaming into dawn as

a sweet breeze sifts my hair.

Eyes closed in stillness

I hear the ocean in these rustling, rustling leaves

as if the trees speak in the language of waves.

And I wonder if, instead

it’s the ocean calling with the voices of trees.

As the rising steam moves softly sideways and away

I imagine these trees speaking of the shore

as

the ocean dreams of the forest.

And coffee with cream

shifts the waves

of morning leaves.

 

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forestcheckPhoto Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

Morning Blue

The radio calls from across the dark bedroom. It’s just loud enough to break the web of sleep and is carefully set to a station too irritating to ignore. The walk around the bed, the reach for the tiny ‘off’ button is enough to lift me into a new day. Too dark to see the dawn, yet it’s surely on the way. Birds are just beginning, hesitantly, to call.

The seed of a new day is planted each night. I picture myself reaching under the pillow to grasp it, the promise of a new day. There is only one each morning and it is ours to ignore, or use, or waste and throw away. If I remembered more often, that each one is a gift, one of only a limited number, I imagine I’d be wiser with each day.

However, it’s easy to blink through the morning, sigh through the afternoon, and ease into bed at the end wondering what happened to the day. What did happen to the day?

“Pay attention”, said all my teachers, ever. “Pay attention.” I yawn as I stumble through another morning and stand, blinking, for the shower to warm enough to step into. There are only so many rainy afternoons, so many evenings with friends. And, yes, only so many dark and chilly mornings. The question isn’t how many.

The question is, what to do with this gift we are given. What to do with this one day, this one morning, this one minute, this one gift.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

 

One Day

imageSome days you’re only one of many, many stones.

Some days you’re the stick, balancing it all.

One day you’ll find you’re neither one.

You’ll stand up, brush off the sand, and walk away wondering what all that was about.

One day, you become yourself.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

 

Overlook

imageNews from Washington goes from bad to worse.

Our US Constitution, our Air, and Water, and Health and our Lives are under threat, damaged, and broken. And, we are given Alternate Facts, as if repeating lies is the same as the truth.

And, here we are, the road still rises and stretches before us. We can’t know how far it must take us. Let’s remember the importance rest and breath.

Forces of Nature: hurricanes, typhoones, tornadoes, and us, we must make time to inhale before moving mountains.

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Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography