Windy thinking….
Traveling on wafting fingers of smell
The wafting fingers of smell will connect me instantly to places in the past via the invisible subway of time, coursing through memories that otherwise would be lost. Or maybe they were never there. For the strangest reason, chopping an onion invariably takes me to the corner of two streets whose names I can no…
What color am I?
I’m red when I’m angry and Yellow as a quiet spring morning I’m peach-dressed azures at sunset But never am I orange. I’m rich browns and siennas of the desert And all shades of green in a meadow I’m blue in my aloneness But vibrant purple in a crowd
A fear to overcome
MY FEAR OF LOSING MYSELF If there flowed a river, I would swim it If there stood a mountain, I would climb it If there were a meadow, I would dance in it If there grew a flower, I would smell it If there sang a bird, I would rejoice in it And these things…
By car, by train, by boat
Ah, to travel. And for what purpose? To experience places beyond my front yard, of course. By car, the other place might include a grocery store or the local used bookstore, or the post office; it might include the experience of visiting a friend and catching up. And, of course, there are the greater adventures…
What is “success”?
Humanity is the only organism that even contemplates “success.” All other organisms just go about the process of living — breathing, eating, nesting, procreating, dying — without any contemplation of succeeding or failing. For we monkey-minded individuals, we set goals, and success is overcoming our self-imposed challenges or hardships — whether mental, physical or spiritual…
Is there a book that changed my life?
Pondering on the question of whether or not a book changed my life, I would be quicker to say there was one book that woke me up and ultimately steered me down a certain path. I’ve often wondered if I even had a choice, and if I’d chosen differently who would I be had this…
A SPREADING TREE
Oh, my. Oh, dear, the rabbit hole one can go down when a blog prompt asks how far back in your family tree have you gone. 1470 in England, I think!!! I first started peeking into my family history about 30 years ago, when, after my mother died, I inherited boxes of memorabilia that had…
Rain
On the metal roof of the van in which I live, the dance begins. The solitary tap dance of a single drop gathers momentum as its companions are called forth to perform. In dis-gust, the wind blows those tiny dancers aside, to drip down the side of the van, as if to conclude the rain…
Why do I write?
I write to give form to a feeling – whether emotional, physical or perceptive – so that others might have the experience for themselves or that they might better understand what I experienced, if they feel the need. I write to give form to a visceral sensation that otherwise would disappear into the nothingness of…
What brings me joy?
I find my deepest joy in moments of deep meditation where I feel I am the joy; that the Everything and I are shimmering in a place where there are no thoughts, no judgments, no comparisons. It’s a giant emptiness filled with a quiet joy. In the world where all my senses perceive its sights…
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