every morning for me
begins the same
feeding my harlowe-girl
her breakfast
she prefers ice cubes in her
water and she likes her
moist food heated for
precisely six seconds
the regularity
of this ritual
comforts me each
day upon awakening
it’s become a zen-like habit
bringing peace and calm
creating a rhythmic cadence
to the rest of my waking hours
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ups and downs
entrances and exits
arrivals and departures
sometimes life feels like a hurricane
difficult days
sad emotional days
momentous wonderful days too
but wherever there is motion
there is momentum
and we can always begin again
to recapture our energy
to realign with our rhythm
to concentrate on feeling whole again
of course there will be obstacles
things that get in the way
we must cut ourselves some slack
when the “to do” list
doesn’t line up exactly with the “done” list
because beating ourselves up
for not being perfect
ultimately defeats
the entire purpose of living
we know there will be those days
days when we’re sick or tired or injured
days when we’re feeling really down
so we must try our hardest
to avoid rigidity
and welcome flexibility
to make adjustments
when and where we can
to go gently
to not make excuses
to just notice and forgive
adjust and restart
to absolutely stop watching
the highway of life pass us by
and jump into the car with
the smoothest ride
ups and downs
entrances and exits
arrivals and departures
me, masked
sestri levante, italy
8 july 2020
i feel as if i completely
missed april
and may has only been
halfway mine
my time taken up with
surgery and helplessness
therapy and healing
limiting my normal activity
the mind focusing
where it must
things that seemed
so important
falling down down
down in priority
a well-built machine
the human body
doing what it can to
protect and to care
amazing me daily
with its capacity
to regenerate
to repair
a marvel for sure
and i am oh-so-close
almost there
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it’s been a
wild and wacky entrance
late snowfalls
cool temperatures
even a broken wrist
but spring has finally sprung
at my north idaho haven
the tulips at the pink house
bringing a drop of loveliness and
a promise of hope with each bloom
healing
is so complicated
and demands a letting go
a gift our body gives to us
recovering from that
which brings us low
healing
a forced quietness,
a relaxing, going slow
healing
is a season and a
magic all its own
a season to be recognized
and nurtured,
to embrace
allowing necessary
transformations
to take place
opening us up
to vulnerability and a
new compassionate space
healing
is a season and a
magic filled with grace
and isn’t spring the
perfect season for
this new beginning?
one month ago, left arm intact
after the fall with my new twisted wrist
heading into surgery, dreaded IV inserted
two weeks post-op with a hardware assist
it’s been quite a month
not really what i’d planned
but today i’m turning sixty
celebrating who i am
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hi. i apologize that my studio notes didn’t go out last week. i ended up having surgery on my broken wrist last tuesday, and just wasn’t feeling up to it. i still haven’t returned to my desk & laptop, so this week i’m sharing a 6-minute freewrite i did on monday instead.
as we all
know, but
as we all
must be reminded,
sometimes life
throws us a curveball
my latest ball was
hurled at me
at 77 mph
three days ago
a broken wrist
and suddenly
broken plans
broken ways
of doing things
too
the first thing
i said to my husband
when he suggested
going to the ER was
“but i haven’t
brushed my teeth!”
because this is not the
neat tidy way things
should unfold, this was
never on my schedule
until monday i was
on a roll dancing,
practicing qigong,
and using my bosu ball
daily, every day since
january one, not now
and for months i’ve had a
trip to missoula planned
with my two lifelong besties
for this upcoming weekend
now they will laugh and talk
into the night without me
life is not perfect
life is not predictable
we cannot control events
we cannot grasp too tightly
curveballs catch us unaware
we don’t know where the pitch
might land, so
flexibility is crucial
we must be ready to bat
we must be ready to adapt
NOTE: “a typical curveball in the major collegiate level and above will average between 65 and 80 mph, with the average MLB curve at 77 mph” since 7 is my favorite number, i went with the average 🙂
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i’ve always felt the need to capture images that intrigue me.
as a teen/twenty-something, i didn’t have a camera readily available at a moment’s notice, as i do with my iphone. so instead i’d chronicle what i was seeing in words, quickly and hastily jotted down in my ever-present notebook.
today i read an article about some of the greatest lyrics from one-hit wonders over the last few decades. and then i listened to a few of the songs on the list.
there were so many that i’ve loved, that have touched me in a myriad of ways through the years.
