IMPERMANENCE

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. – Annie Dillard

INSANITY IS RELATIVE

Who’s to blame? The preverbal switch-a-roo, so to say. I like to think that it’s others, but it’s usually me.

WORTHY OF MY OWN ACCEPTANCE

Powerful. Me becoming who I am or who I wish to be. How do we bring that about, this believing in oneself? Ultimately, this unshakable belief stems from me believing in myself—owning myself, all of me.

SELF-RESPECT SPRINGS

Responsibility. Engagement of self, ego, pride, humility, and every nook and cranny between all things we consider we want and wish for and need.

WE BEGIN TO ASTOUND

What would the world look like if we all “did the things we [were] capable of doing?” That world would be a sight to see.

WEED OUT THE IMPOSSIBLE

I think dishes qualify, vacuuming, cleaning windows, and folding clothes. Hell, cleaning clothes at all. Paying bills should be tacked onto the list or replying to emails that really shouldn’t need a reply.

NOT WORTH MISSING

Time, like small pebbles between our fingers, so easy to slip, slip, through our grasp. Even if we clamp down, there’s no stopping the pebbles, the zippier they become.

DEEP CENTER

A challenging journey, difficult at times, to “be everything that’s you, deep at the center of your being.”
Most of us won’t traverse the path to our deep center. Instead, we detour to another track, one we perceive as more doable, safer.

THOSE FRIENDS STILL VISIT

Imaginary friends visited daily when I was a kid, conversed with me, shared ideas and thoughts, asked questions and offered answers that sometimes made no sense. I listened anyway, because they were part of me.

HITCH AND SHUTTER

Courage doesn’t exit without fear, and, yet, sometimes fear is where all things stop and root into the earth, never to leave, never to breathe, never to shine.

WILL THEY FOLLOW ME

I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored.

REACHING THE CENTER

A friend and I walked a labyrinth today. An eleven-circuit labyrinth haloed with lavender. Even with all the snow, the lavender tinted the air with its scent. We walked in silence, crunching through the snow, one foot after another, until we reached the center.