entrances and exits

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


 
 
 
 

completely missed april

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
 
 
 
 

the optimistic tulip

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 a season


 
 
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?

celebrate despite the brokenness

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
 
 
 
 

little world bubbles

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.

that curveball

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 🙂
 
 
 
 

intrigue me

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.

poignant pop

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.

one little thing

every time you do

one
little
thing

you are rewarded with a

slight
shift
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you are headed in the

right
direction
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you might glimpse your burden as a

light
load
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you walk the walk along your

bright
path
 
 
every time you do

one
little
thing

you start to see the stars in the

night
sky
 
 

 
 
slight right
light
bright night
 
 
don’t ever underestimate the
profound immensity of

one
little
thing