Monday, November 20, 2017

Islands in the sea of life

We are, each of us, islands in the sea of life.
There's the popular side that the tourists know and love,
and the dense, dark, private side
that even the natives fear to explore...

Sunday, November 19, 2017

The illusion of safety

We work so hard to create the illusion of safety --
retreating to our caves at the end of the day,
building fences to define our territory
and keep the world at bay, hoping against hope
that the water won't rise, the sky won't fall,
the earth won't tremble, and illness, pain, and loss
will walk some other shore, just not our own...

Saturday, November 18, 2017

A grand adventure

Life's a grand adventure
when someone you trust 
is very much in charge and keeping you safe.
So if, then, we believe in Something Else
that's in charge and keeping us safe,
doesn't life become a grand adventure?

Friday, November 17, 2017

Trapped in our fears

It's all too easy to get trapped in our assumptions;
to assume the world is black and white,
and that all the fears our mind projects in relentless iterations
will ever be released or solved by worrying about them.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

When life intervenes...

Life has a way of intruding upon our reflections.
Don't think of it as a distraction,
but rather -- a completion.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Our hope for years to come

"They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day..."
It's curious, isn't it -- the way those old familiar lyrics
keep popping into our heads...

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Beautiful day

Sunrise over the mountains:
A beautiful way to start the day. Enjoy!

Monday, November 13, 2017

Gathering in gratitude

I see these boats and hear that old familiar hymn:
"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing..."
Thanksgiving must be on its way --
what are you grateful for today?

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Holy Ordinary

When we open our eyes and really see
the beauty that surrounds us,
we begin at last to realize
how irresistibly holy the ordinary can be.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Veterans Day

Aching today for all who served
and never quite recovered from the trauma...

Friday, November 10, 2017

Build up your stores of patience

Each year, the golden Autumn with its falling leaves reminds us
that losses will inevitably occur, 
and yet -- each loss has its potential to bring new opportunities,
if only we build up our stores of patience and trust
and quietly await the replenishment of Spring.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Deep within

This is what it feels like at the depths of your being:
the peace, the warmth and color, the sound of your heart beating
like the pounding of the waves against the sand --
it's always there, waiting, deep inside you...

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Wandering attention

Why, in Autumn, do we already find ourselves
dreaming of spring?
What will it take to place our attention
back on the beauty that is here, and now?

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Getting along

It's true. Our skin may be a different color,
we may choose a different way to propel ourselves through life,
but we're sharing the same space,
and the waves that knock you about upset me, too.
Couldn't we at least try to get along?

Monday, November 6, 2017

Standing in the balance

It's all part of the picture, isn't it --
the dark parts and the light, 
the colorful and the gray,
the wild waves and the stillness,
the standing up and the lying down...
It's the balance of them all that makes life pleasing.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Darkening shadows

It seems to grow more difficult with every passing day
to ignore the darkening shadows above our amber waves of grain...

Saturday, November 4, 2017

The glory of a foggy day

The glory of a foggy day --
it makes it so much easier
to sit without distractions...

Friday, November 3, 2017

Snow in the night

Icy white crystals 
weighting my hydrangeas:
Winter has arrived...

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Many paths to wonder

So many different -- and glorious -- paths 
to reach a single destination...

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Pondering the arc of being

Everywhere I look
there are reminders of the arc of being:
what rises falls to rise again;
what ends will soon begin again;
what's lost lives on, if only in reflections...