Weather

Global Warming

some dispute.

Believer or not,

Extreme weather,

tornados,

flooding waist high,

homes immersed to the third-floor,

cars almost completely covered

sometimes floating down the

beyond swollen rivers.

In many places,

shorelines will

forever be changed.

Some homes

even those built on

stilts after previous storms,

flooded or washed away.

There was

no rain this summer

where I live.

Extreme heat,

extreme humidity,

poor air quality.

Restricted watering

in my town.

Yet,

the garden blossomed.

Plants chosen

carefully to survive.

Old fashioned zinnias, colorful still.

Unlike many summers,

butterflies came all summer,

yellow finches

gorged

all day long

on bags of thistle seeds.

Hummingbirds came later

and smaller.

Bees buzzed.

There seemed to be plenty

for all to feast,

bringing a ballet of life.

I am always grateful

for the garden.

This year

despite uncomfortable weather

nature showed its lovely and colorful

beauty.

Nature has

amazing restorative capabilities.

Human beings

do too.

Faced

with loss of homes,

belongings,

treasures of families,

communities often come

together,

connecting and helping

each other survive.

Disasters

and tragedies

can bring out the

giving-side of people.

That is good news.

Not Fake News.

Renewal,

rebirth,

Abide.

 

 

 

Still Learning

As we grow older

we have to learn

to honor

our limits.

This advice

can be

more challenging

than it seems.

Here are two questions

to help:

Is there a limit

to what

I can do?

Or,

in the spirit

of been there,

done that,

Is it time to pass some

of my

longtime

assignments

to others?

Resistance

may be part of

this process.

Patience

with myself.

Over

and

Over

Still Learning!

Living Lines Reflections

Do You See What I See

Living Lines Moment by Moment

Close Encounters of the Amazing

Gazing out my breakfast window

a hummingbird flew

to face me and stayed there

wings fast fluttering

for

time standing still seconds.

Looking out the same window

at lunchtime

the evanescent bird

savored the nectar of the row of

hosta flowers.

Over summers past

we have put feeders

in the garden.

Rarely did this offering

compete with the real

usually pink, red, purple

real sips of

the 1,500 flowers

needed in a day.

Once,

holding a young grandchild,

a hummingbird came almost

eye to eye

with me.

My red flowered hat

attracted a very close visit

and then

flew to the garden

for the real thing!

Hummingbirds

breathe

250 times a minute

with a resting heartbeat of

500 beats per minute.

In flight their hearts rev to

1,500 beats a minute.

600-800 insects daily

provide more energy.

East Coast ruby-throated hummingbirds

migrate to the

Gulf of…

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SOUL WORK

Things bubble up

to the surface

when it is safe

to deal with them.

That safe time

can be

months,

years,

a lifetime later.

Safe doesn’t mean easy.

Life’s choices produce

a constant stream

of second thoughts,

worries, and regrets.

We may not be aware

of what is

floating

below the surface

until some event

brings a forgotten memory

to our consciousness.

We all experience

moments of reckoning

when we must

STOP

and address

the past.

Health issues

might lead us

into a

deep immersion

in unresolved conflicts

as far back as

childhood.

It might be

a safe time

to look back,

but it is not easy.

Practice

COURAGE

 

Meaningful Interactions

Once upon a time

when I ran into friends

and acquaintances,

who asked

what I was up to,

I would reel off

a litany of activities.

Lately,

I have begun to reply,

“I am practicing

not multitasking.”

Saying these words

out loud

reaffirms

my intentions

and seems to give

my questioners

pause.

I also pause

before

asking friends

the reflexive

 “what have you been up to”

question.

Instead of exchanging lists,

a conversation

might take place.

There are Always More Shadows

Shadow Work

Trying to restore

our emotional health

can be exhausting,

particularly if

we have neglected it.

No wonder

people

sometimes choose

to numb

their pain.

Observing

the tension,

wherever

it stores

the past,

consciously

or unconsciously

can be the beginning.

It takes courage and energy

to dig deep

and let emotional

wounds heal.

We can heal

 if we know

something

is holding us

from

living

a fuller life.

Our bodies hold onto

emotional hurts,

sometimes for years.

There are many ways

to help

the healing process-

prayer,

meditation,

silence,

yoga,

reiki,

therapy.

Movement

dance,

swaying

to the music-

strengthens the body

along with the soul.

Some call this SHADOW WORK.

LivingLinesReflections

Poetic License

Living Lines Moment by Moment

I

have

a little

shadow

that goes

in and out

with me.

What can be

the use

of it

is more

than

I

can see.

Some months ago

The word

Shadow

appeared

in my awareness.

Immediately,

the childhood ditty

sang in my mind.

Curious,

I googled it

and discovered

with surprise

that

Robert Louis Stevenson

wrote it.

As ditties sometimes do,

it kept ringing

in my mind.

So,

join me

as I begin to explore

with reflection

and curiosity

what

me and my shadow

begin

to reveal.

What will

I learn

that has not been

apparent

in bright light

of living.

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