I have not been posting to my developmental blogs as much as I had
intended. It has been a very tough go
with levels upon levels & layers upon layers of buried madness to deal with
and slog through. The good news is that
I am still alive, still aware, still able to appreciate the true gifts of life
here at home with my family in our shared nest.
I am finally learning to protect my nest more vigilantly, to not allow the
unconditional open access to my life, my energy, my time. If you do not understand or do not support
the things I am doing, I appreciate your input but the extended family members
who love me unconditionally will always come first. I truly believe in the basic goodness of all life
– all of us struggling to survive in a world full of threats to the quality and
quantity of our shared circle of days. the
intrusions of was a challenging day for me.
IT IS NOW LATE AT NIGHT, SO THANKFULLY THIS DAY IS ALMOST OVER. It was a day of letting go of things, which
can be challenging to do. As a scribe, I
tend to want to keep the story going, to hang onto the connections and not have
the story end. But all good stories must
end, that is a part of how we grow, change, develop and learn as we create
needed room and valuable space for the next stories on the horizon… and there
are always more stories, although often along very different paths than we
might have ever imagined seeing ourselves journeying… Our human brains are developed for solving
problems for creating plans and for figuring things out…but the one thing we
cannot plan is the future. Sure we can have
a mission & a vision & set goals and outcomes and objectives to help
guide our journey – but where we actually end up is something that cannot be
planned because it depends on so many variables outside of our direct
control. We can work to try to control
ourselves, our bodies, our minds, our reflexes and reactions to things, but
many of the things over which we think we have the ultimate power of control are
just one molecule, one nanosecond, one millimeter, one decilitre, one moment away
from untold, unforeseen, unwelcome disasters…
In the mitigated disaster of today I had a couple of beautiful moments which
made all the rest of the warfare of my body somehow manageable. It was actually from one of these beautiful
moments – inspired by my Aunt’s question “Where are you spring?” that I took a chronology
of pictures of one of my perennial favorite first plants of spring (the name
of which I have no idea – help welcomed & encouraged identifying this loved
adoptee)… It was from the pictures of the flowers in the imbalance of weather
the last few days, that this poem was born…
A
Poem: “What a difference a
day makes…”
What a
difference a day makes whispered proud sun to the moon
Admiring
flowers that had started to bloom
Moon smiled
politely & then called for friend Loon
Moon knew
that Loon would know just what to do
Truths left
unspoken in the old & the new
Moon knew
that loon knew just what to say - the lessons of monsters that don't go away...
The long,
hard fought lessons of darkness & night - not the same rules when playing
in light...
Not the
same knowledge & not the same needs... Not the same skills & not the
same dreams...
The loon
called its call that few understand then dove fast for shelter extending a hand
A hand for all
those who live with the loon
A hand for all
those lives taken too soon
Proud sun
kept parading in the circle of days - roads taken & not in our journeying
maze...
A maze keeping
us warm, alive, safe & sound
Paths
chosen & not as we chase life around
Around the
air that we breathe & the fire within, the water around us & not just
to swim...
Around all
the seasons, the high tides & low, the people we meet, the places we go…
We go with
the waves & come back with the breeze…
We don’t
stop through turmoil, traumas, death & disease…
We must be
with the weather, what wind throws our way
We must be
where we are, in our home we must stay
Our home is
our body, the place our soul lives
Through the
gifts of the present & all that life gives
We must be
with our family – the ones who do stay
There will
always be leavers who must go away
The loons
flocked to protect the fragile flowers and trees
Those
little flowers hung in there, now they wait for the bees…
By SLRSB – justascribe, from Halifax, Nova Scotia,
Canada…
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