at sixty-years-plus-two-months of age, various random musings keep floating through my head. here are a few:
at sixty-years-plus-two-months of age, various random musings keep floating through my head. here are a few:
this quote was included
in the lovely words
a friend shared with
me on my last day
of physical therapy
so poetic
so apt
so truly
perfect
especially since
i hadn’t told her
i’ve long been a fan
of martha graham
but especially since
i hadn’t told her
(or anyone yet) that
i’ve begun dancing again
gently, slowly
tentatively, cautiously
the movement initiating
its reawakening
beautiful bones
delicate strength
the choreography and
rhythmic art flow
of our everyday lives
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the truth is one
completes the other
though it can be
easy to lose track
sometimes it feels like
that song skinny love
just trying to last
through the fragile eras
the moments slipping
by untouched and
unnoticed, unable
to be retrieved
taken for granted
slighted or aggrieved
no one ever as perfect
as the other needs
both just trying to
live those best lives
day by day
always reaching for
the stars, not often
left disappointed
but once in a while
a bit scraped up
metaphorically bruised
goodbyes and regrets
hellos and promises
enduring, enriching
fighting for that
individual voice
but also striving
to mesh as well
passport stamps
strawberries & cream
living united
living free
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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
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.