Wednesday, August 26, 2015

8.26.15 What a thing, remembering once again, as we stand to stir dinner, or

What a thing , remembering once again , as we stand to stir dinner , or clear our dish, or pick things up, come evening, remembering in that small moment when we stand at a window , looking out on what we find there, bending back to stretch a bit, to now take a deep breath, exhale heartily , let go of the day's tension in our eyes and shoulders and tight forehead and jaw , that suddenly noticed constrained breath , to pull our arms up over our head and feel the release - to sigh with relief , and then watch , as one thought after another worry after another frustration come up and emerge , like a powerful wave cresting, and then fall, and move on out of us, released , passing on by.


 

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