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Every morning I get an email with an amazing, shape defying nebula. Clouds of cosmic dust surround stars, scattering and spraying luminous colors. An interstellar light show.
There are also dark nebulae, extremely cold and dense, filled with exotic chemistry. Opaque, known only by the heat of hidden stars. Holes in the sky.
Within these dark nebulae, magnetic forces play with gravity. Eventually gravity takes hold, density overwhelms, burning heat intensifies. Gas collapses in free fall, chaos reigns, grains of…..
My eyes hurt. There’s an irritation around the edges. They’re sensitive to the touch. The lids are falling. And the center has a heaviness. At times my vision blurs. I can’t see clearly. Weary.
I’ve seen too much. I can’t think straight. I’ve heard too much. I can’t listen anymore. I’ve said too little. I can’t find the words. Confusion reigns. All in vain.
And then I relent for there’s no other choice. Letting life take its course as it…..
minstrels meander through lines carrying songs of struggle, the lure of nature’s panorama uniting them, the land infusing the music, safe harbor found in a welcoming hostel
sorrow mixing with gladness, feeling pressure to perform, intently playing, eyes ahead, hands and bows manipulate keys and strings, voices pull at heartstrings
smiles of release lifting the corners of our lips, heads rolling, feet tapping, heartwarming tears of joy, dignity, community, playing on key, humor off key, a quickening crescendo, no trace…..
I am afraid.
What if they need help?
I will harden my heart.
What if they steal from me?
I will lock my doors.
What if they attack me?
I will bar my windows.
What if they want to live here?
My government will build a wall.
What if they are good?
I will block these thoughts.
What if they can help?
I will isolate myself. …..
Much of life is spent chasing dreams, falling off, getting back on. Sometimes we get a taste of perfection. A nimble step, a deft touch, a clear note, a loving embrace, a divine connection. Attainable, we know when we are in its midst. A perfect moment.
I notice myself and others say perfect in response to a question or comment. It can be something simple, like setting a time to meet. Or gratitude expressed for an inspired suggestion. An instinctive…..
worrying, hurrying, cluttered mind, falling behind, urgency, emergency, intensify, mystify, gasping for air, going nowhere, unaware
bones snapping, energy sapping, fissure, sprain, teary refrain, rupture, puncture, punctuate, enunciate, articulate, accentuate, cracking the whip, shoot from the hip.
Reset, less as more, more or less
stepping aside, searching inside, going outside, disconnecting, reconnecting, sustainable, attainable, leaving indifference, making a difference, something to share, a breath of fresh air
reimagining success, welcoming stress, ceding control, feeding our soul, accepting strife, embracing life,…..
The earth is home to a cascading series of watersheds, great divides living on the edge, stretching from the highest peaks, surrounding descending terrain. Beginning from on high, raindrops form tributaries, grow into rivers, separate into distributaries and empty into oceans. Viewed from afar, a safe harbor.
Our life is lived up close and immediate. The journey fraught with twists and turns amid muddy waters. Crossroads forcing decisions, testing us, wondering why, mouthing unformed questions. Grieving and conceiving, elation and…..
The universe is filled with beauty and fury. Amazing strength and amazing grace. Energy pulsating, forces of nature at play. Endless possibilities.
Our path is shrouded by uncertainty, heartbeats echoing breathless words. Hopeful, questioning, living in suspense, caught by surprise. Human nature guided by conscience. Morality at play.
Amazing that we exist, the life force coursing through our veins. Amazing that we die, denial on trial. And then a stroke of madness, a stroke of genius, a timeless moment of…..
The guiding force in my life has been a need for understanding, making sense of the unexplainable. Years spent searching, struggling, agonizing, my demons put to bed, tethered by the written word. It’s time to move on.
So I turn now to enjoyment, my intention pivoting toward happiness, laughter, keen satisfaction. It seems that I will have to let go, say yes more often, be charitable with myself and others.
I have more questions than answers. There’s no guiding force…..
I find myself at a loss for words. It seems that we are oblivious to the obvious, unable to agree to disagree, civility deferring to hostility. Friends unable to accept their differences. Enflaming our melting pot to the boiling point.
I feel an undercurrent, something beneath the surface wearing away. It’s a vague feeling, not clearly understood, underlying meaning adrift. Our moral compass unable to guide us through rapidly changing times. How did we get here? Are we wearing out…..
