Writing is part of my meditative process to clarify my thoughts, to align my actions and to focus on my purpose. I write about my emotions, my shortcomings, and my ideas for a better world through poetry, prose, and what I call rantifestos every day, some of which I post here on my blog and on social media. I share them to help others move along their paths to live and lead with compassion.
Joy. The warmth, the deep satisfaction. The being lost and transported to a place where you are reminded of the joy within you. Not for a social media post but for self-understanding. Sheer joy. For the confirmation of your true self.
Our pain, our suffering is a symptom of something else. What is it? We have to accept it because it is happening. We have to find the opportunity to understand it and to use it to grow. And we must push ourselves to see that this pain connects us to others.
Are we grieving what we lost more than what the person we grieve has lost? I have tried to be more attuned to my expectations of others life expectancies. “You must live longer for me.” “You should have lived longer for me.” What a crazy ego trip.
Grief is deeply interwoven into our life path. As we mature, we understand our own mortality and the mortality of everything around us. As we accept these lessons, we hopefully savor and cherish the brevity of life.
Every woe is threaded with “silken twine” and every joy has “grief and pine”.
Always have to be ready to go What do we take with us? What do we have to show? Leaving is never easy Our luggage
Am I a water bug dancing on the surface tension?
What’s in the dark waters below?
An iceberg for your thoughts
Can I summon the courage to dive?
You encounter someone unstable from a heavy heart, get closer and listen.
Most of us are trying to avoid the phrase, “return to normal”. Even newscasters, pundits, leaders of all types are making awkward statements about “a partial, a semblance, a return to some normalcy….”
Part of this recognizes the mountain ranges of reality that now exist between the valleys of our ignorance.
Our collective awakening, our shared despair, guilt and confusion make a return to “normal” impossible.
These powerful forces and circumstances have brought us to this moment, to this place, and we can never go back.
Please don’t worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting.
Our self-imposed busyness makes us blind to what is in front of us around us and above us. We are on a mission, so focused and yet so myopic. We feel handcuffed by the time warden, even though we have the key.
This is something I have been working on for decades. Still a hack in progress. But I changed my sleep patterns, found a meditative routine, and continue to cultivate small plots of time to re-plant the fields.
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