Connection

Fulfillment

We seek fulfillment.
Our bodies take it all in.
We find nourishment	
In the foods we eat
And in the information
We consume.

We seek fulfillment
From the outside world,
Which can nourish.
It can hold.
It can bind.

We seek satiation
And satisfaction.
Taking from the earth
We feel filled up
And lifted up.

We can be held in each other’s arms.
Our own thoughts and prayers
Guide us on the path.

Our minds can bind us
To the truth
Or to one fixed view.

We take in and seek fulfillment
In a focused moment
Or a broader view.

It can feel hard if not impossible
To let go
What we’ve become accustomed to:
The same familiar foods,
Deeply held emotions and beliefs.

It can feel that we ourselves are also being consumed
If we can’t take care of each other
And be mindful of what is acceptable
And beneficial to consume.

Does it nourish?
It all becomes integrated and a part of our cells.

So let’s choose wisely.
Not just for a single fleeting moment
But all precious moments.
Fulfillment is possible.
Connection

Made of Stars

Each day is a gift
If we get off the rat race
Long enough to see.

That THIS is all there IS to be.

We can fight.
We can struggle.
We can wish it was different
Or deny what we see.
But it isn’t so.

This is what we got.
This is the stuff
The stars are made of.

We, too, are among the stars.
That in itself is a miracle.
 
Connection

Hassle Tassel

The freshly fallen snow
May just be a morning commute hassle.
Like a tassel that a cat toys with.
Batted and bounced around
Back and forth.
Pulled and shredded 
With differing sized strands.

One moment a cat’s delight.
Next, it’s so boring
That it’s cast aside.
No longer good enough
To keep a cat entertained.

A hassle is similar.  
It’s in our face.
We didn’t ask for it.
It feels like it’s happening to us
And now we’re confronted.

We can have our hand at it.
Try to control its frazzled edges,
Which we often do for a while.
Then the problem is solved.
The puzzle was put together
And it’s over and done with.

Not a big deal after all.
An annoyance really.
And we move on with our days.
Soon it is forgotten
Just like that cat toy.

Connection

My Inner Warning System

Why can’t I just be satisfied?
The happy, fulfilled factor is always a temporary state.
Once I receive my desired dream, 
shouldn’t I feel bliss all the time?
Pesky little irritations should have no power.

Is it selfish to do what I want, for a change?
Like a short gratitude yoga practice.
Can that be allowed?

Is there space for me, too?
And when I can’t find the space,
Exhaustion, overwhelm, irritability
And frustration take the helm.

Each one is a teacher,
A guide that I’ve forgotten to put myself first.
The groundwork has not been laid.
So, of course, I am easily thrown off course.

When you’re stuck in the weeds,
All you see is weeds.
There is no space for a higher perspective 
To see a clear pathway out.
The pause button is lost, too.

Oh, this is my inner warning system 
That I forgot to check in with myself today.

When I connect to myself,
Through journaling, yoga, or meditation,
I remember that I always have a choice
And that I am a work in progress.

I fall.  I get back up again.
I remember.  I forget.
And that’s okay, too.

Connection

Wings and a Prayer

Autumn mornings are quiet and dark.
There is no bird song, 
No early sun out my window.
Just the hum of taxying planes at the airport.

People start their workdays so early.
But they showed up
So we can all get to our destinations
And on with our day.

Another example of our interconnection.

And the small prayers, 
the anxious breath, 
the trust and faith.
All on the line.

A prayer for safety,
A prayer for the pilot and staff
Happening right outside my window
With each taxying plane.

The roaring, powerful jet engines
Remind me to breathe and meditate
And to send good journey vibes
To my fellow travelers in this life.

Connection

I am here. I am present.

When life gets complicated,
When there’s a distraction at every turn
And I feel overwhelmed,
Why add a further layer on top 
of an already full load?

I am here.  I am present.
That’s the only moment that counts.
I can embody that space.

I can feel love, connection, and gratitude
Only when I am in the present moment.

Sometimes I forget what’s so profound and simple.

But I am willing to learn and re-learn
To live this one precious life
In the present moment.

Connection

The Deciduous Tree (Part 3)

Do the leaves hold on to the tree’s branches 
or is it the tree’s own doing 
when it comes to ultimately letting go?

The leaves have completed their cycle.
They were the first buds and sign of spring
Opening into colorful blossoms.

The blossoms became the green or dark hues
Expressing the type of deciduous tree.
All shapes and shades of green expanding toward the sky.

Next there were the seeds.
The future generation of trees were expelled down.
Pinwheels of seeds helicoptered below
The descent to bring forth descendants.

Now that the seeds had done their work,
The tree could finally show its true colors.
The green transformed to bright oranges, reds and yellows.
My oldest calls them the color of the setting sun.

The strong autumn breezes help the trees
Shed their leaves.
And then they are bare,
Ready to brace the cold of winter.

No fragile blossoms to accidentally freeze.
Just the tree and its roots
Starkly standing in the white of snow.

Forever patient.
The cycle can’t be rushed or passed through
Because it is nature’s own timing
And the tree plays its part.

The deciduous tree reminds me
That all stages are important.
One is not more special than the other.

It is a seasonal reminder
That life’s moments are brief.
And there is beauty and a lesson to behold
If I just take nature’s cue.




Connection

The Shooting Range on a Sunday Morning

It’s 9 A.M. on Sunday morning.
The booming sound of shots
Pierces the quiet atmosphere.

Usually like clockwork
The shots of gunfire ring
like a Sunday sermon.

In those moments at the range, 
You feel connected to a higher power.
You may even feel that power in your hands.

The handgun is a tool.
There’s challenges, targets, and goals.
You can set your eyes on the prize.

Like all good things
It can be loud, hot, and messy
With occasional painful flying projectiles
Of the shell casings.

When the round is complete,
We all work together to clean up the debris.
Maybe that’s what I crave sometimes.

Working together so we can enjoy
A distraction and clutter-free space.
It’s all in the expectation and communication of the group.

We can protect ourselves with safety precautions.
Be responsible Americans.

The target is clear and tangible.

We can see our growth and our setbacks.
Each day is an opportunity to try and improve
Again and again.
 


Connection

All Hallows Eve

Out of the darkness
the dead walk
among the living.
The veil is thin and ripe.
So the line between the two
worlds is easily crossed

It’s a wonder to see
If I open my mind 
and see what lies
before me in the
present moment.

We dress the part
so that the living
may take part
in the sacred dance
to the edges
of the horizon
and to new shores.

Palm in palm we walk
in the dark
exploring with a flashlight.

Will we be surprised
at who crosses our path?

Will we recognize 
the familiar behind
the mask and the costume?

Will we run and
tremble with fear?

Can I hold the line
and be a safe haven
for the lonely and the scared?

For one day we will have to
take the one-way pilgrimage 
to the other side
and follow the well-grooved
path to see where it leads.

Tonight we pretend
that we are walking
among what is unreal
now made real and tangible.

A valley that is easily crossed
for those who open their minds
and their hearts 
and accept what lies before them
Even through a dark and scary night.