For Now

In a universe of colliding galaxies, gamma rays, and black holes amidst the mystery of dark energy and dark matter there exists, for now, this earth revolving around its sun in the “Goldilocks Zone,” not too hot or cold, just right. On this planet the land masses slide on molten plates that careen into each other. The earth quakes and volcanoes erupt. As we ride along civilizations rise and crumble, wars rage, victors parade over the anguish of the vanquished. Still, as smoke from the funeral pyre swirls, we write beautiful poetry, sing poignant verses, paint a happy little cabin by the brook, recite ancient words in regal costume to the wonderment of an audience. We dance and fly and strum tunes of joy and woe. We hold our children and hug our friends and at the end of this glorious gift of a day I ask, “Was I kind and loving to all?”

Judgement

I see the expanse of snow across my yard and hanging from boughs of the fir and the limbs of the maple and I remember the words written of the Tibetan monk who remarked of a similar scene that each snowflake is exactly where it should be. I tie this thought to the string of thoughts that have streamed through my consciousness lately about my judging others’ lives. I marvel at how these thoughts have manifested themselves into seemingly random episodes of my comings and goings the past few days; the topic of a gathering of friends; the chapter just begun of my bedside book; the theme of a movie that won an award; the headline of a tabloid in the check-out lane; the essence of a confidence shared by a close friend as we drove through the empty, snowy streets to his apartment.
I ask myself are not others’ lives, their actions, their words, their feelings exactly as they should be? Is it not I who should take stock of myself? Did not a sage once teach “Judge not that ye be not judged?”
With that in mind I pledge to wish love and healing to those who I sense are in turmoil. I cannot begin to know their pain or anguished heart. Their motives may be presently beyond my comprehension, yet, I must try to understand, to listen with compassion, and to live as an example of my own principles. I am exactly as I should be, in this moment, aware of my grace and the divine grace of all who are connected to this sacred web of life.

Forces

Feeling a change is afoot. Not only as our sun halts its escape from our hemisphere and now slowly, each day, begins to climb back to the north returning light and warmth. But also, in this moment, as the approaching storm from over the Pacific slams into the wall of high pressure overhead ripping the clouds into gossamer threads gleaming in this frigid yuletide afternoon. The energy of these forces goes, for the most part, unnoticed as we clamor about searching for knick knacks to wrap, wishing for acceptance and appreciation of thought and effort. Guilty as charged, but I do enjoy a good stratospheric battle of opposing fronts!

Gratitude

Self induced insomnia via coffee before and with dinner has me up and writing my thoughts of thankfulness for the day just passed. I won’t get all ga-ga with ya, just props to those who made me laugh and touched my heart, to those who purred as I stroked their fur, to the sunset obscured by the approaching front that found a gash in the gathering clouds and poured rays of brilliance upon the dancing waves; these beings and moments, hugs and sighs and words of love untethered gave my spirit light. Blessed, indeed so very.

Untangled

Secrets, lies, and shifting identities…a life of webs and deceit. So much effort spent to just maintain each fabrication. The absolute wretchedness of having a mask fall off and to suddenly be revealed. 1000 fears times 1000 rationalizations. Then, somehow, a blind one is given a blur of truth, a crack forms in the wall, and in a moment of rare stillness honesty takes seed.

Healing Meditation

The next moment you have alone sit comfortably and be still. Breathe. Feel the essence of energy that gives you life flow in and flow out. Feel the Divine light that is within and without. Watch the Divine light as it illuminates the site of your injury. See the cells as they accept the love within the Divine light. Silently say to yourself, “May I be well. May I be healed. May I know peace.” Silently repeat over and over and feel the warmth of the Divine light at work. Know that you are, in fact, the light! You are Divine. You are.

Thanks Eckhart

To feel thanks, aware of love, ever in awe of the infinite and the non; inspired joy even when an opportunity to be kind is lost, in the moment life is bliss.

E.T., I love ya, man!

Reply

I am finding glimpses of presence in the stillness of a summer dusk, aware of the life and energy in the grasses and the crow, mindful of the power of a pause, breathing, now; memories try to flood but sometimes I can surround them with space and connect with God in my moment.

If I Had a Baton

My friend, the wind, comes slyly back this night. First like a prelude and then allegro. Doing his pressure drop a la Robert Palmer. The instruments of the limbs and leaves and fir sound and sing. The chorus from the surrounding hilltops moan and wail and whisper oaths. A Harley growls on 20th as it rolls toward the mini-mart. My friend, the wind, snaps like a crisp sheet of linen. Then, 10,000 flapping sheets to crescendo. Now grave, now still.

Please Help

Tip-toed this morning past the couch where my son convalesced from the extraction of three wisdom teeth and went into the sunlit backyard and sat on the bench under the budding giant of a maple. Felt the flow of the energy about and within me and sent healing thoughts to my son, my family and friends, the people of Libya and Japan, anyone and all in need, all sentient beings.  Sipped my coffee and attended to my old black cat with an ear scratch or shoulder rub when he’d rest a moment from his parading about. Breathed slowly and deeply and thought what a beautiful day.