10.5.15 Accepting what is handed to us

We stand there, at dawn, at dusk.

At evening parade rest, in our lives.

We stand there, and the dew soaks into our sneakers

 and the wind hurries on by,

and our lives are like something so intransigent,

and yet so deep stilled inside of us,

that it necessitates no thought, no words,

just settling into whatever the moment is handing us.

10.5.15 How to let ourselves be

How amazing, as we grow older, the way we begin to recognize how, when a lot of intense things are happening, we do well to just quietly let it run through us, the emotions. The responses. To step aside, not dither or distract, but let our deep wise selves be.

 

10.5.15 This day

     Early this morning, yet another remarkable person shows up. I run out to thank them, while he's getting his coat on, things ready to go, and they always apologize for being 10 minutes early. Go figure. 
     I tell them how much i wish I could bring him, and how thankful I am that they are. How I hope it will be a simpler day, versus a complicated inhumanly long day, and then off they go. 
     Out back, this part of the world is awakening. Someone wild is making all sorts of noises down in the outwaters of the neighborhood.
     I bring the boyo out back, and he finds where a female Coyote came by, not too long ago. You can see the disturbed grasses and the heavy dew moved by her footsteps. And the female part? Welll, she urinated right at the edge of the property, between garden and woods, as in 'MINE'. And when Dante came upon the urine, he stayed for quite awhile, due to the female pheromones. Ah yes, all in a day.
     In the meantime, my beloved is off on his way to Boston with some wonderful interesting person. And the sky is a deep shifting pink, with the half moon lingering far overhead, the stars bright and shining out there in the universe, whether they still be there now, or like photographs, are what we retain of our existence- light, moving through the galaxy light years later.

10.5.15 The pleasure of relishing that which life presents to us

10.5.15 Some things just require concerted continual effort. Plain and simple as that.

10.4.15 Therein lay the dream

All the birds were fast asleep in the grasses, so we kept away from disturbing them, stuck to the dirt road, as I watched all that concerned me pass by. I found myself lighter, ambling down into the darkness, toward the river, with my four footed companion by my side, his black shape a dream in my waking dusk.

 

10.4.15 On this day

May we all manage to embrace

that which we have created

and on this day,

that which we have been given.