Living in the Now

Best-selling books

speak of Living in the Now.

Focus on each breath

Inhale

Exhale

mediation teachers

guide us.

If thoughts come

Be aware

then

breathe

and let them go.

Longtime

meditators

acknowledge

this is a Practice

Practice doesn’t always

mean Perfect.

Trying to

live in the Now

even if it is very painful

is a practice

that is why it is called

a Practice.

Many call the present

Very Unsettling.

Free-floating anxiety

can be very present

in the Now.

The 24 hour news cycle

is full of tragedies

individually

and collectively.

One’s internal compass

may seek to

find

True North.

What can you do?

What can I do?

The Now can be

so painful,

Practice

Kindness.

Be kind to ourselves,

Be kind to all

who cross our paths.

Find joy

and notice the

beautiful

In each moment,

the Now.

In the words of Leonard Cohen

There is a crack in everything,
that’s how the light gets in.
Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well,
poetry is just the ash.
Act the way you’d like to be
and soon you’ll be
the way you act.
What is Emerging
in the Now?
We cannot see.
I am hopeful
that
Now
is a
Wake-up call.
I am going
to practice
being Kind to Myself.
And to You,
And You,
And You.

Inner and Outward Landscape

News,

news or is it news?

Recycled over and over

Disruptive

in individuals’ lives

It feels like the dark curtains

covering up

so much abuse,

cheating-

whatever the latest

REVEAL is.

What about your inner landscape?

Is that in turmoil,

seeking a balance?

“Even when it hurts,

we need to seek

as much clarity

about our lives

as possible.

Pain can be a transition

to new life

if it isn’t avoided

or feared.”

We are drawn

to pleasure

and resist pain.

In resisting,

the pain can become

more intense.

Knowing this,

I ask,

What is the pain

teaching me?

Can I embrace fear,

acknowledge it

and so

reduce it?

Living Lines Reflections

Robert Wicks, quote Riding the Dragon,Ten Lessons for Inner Strength in Challenging Times

 

 

 

 

DeCluttering

The latest rage

is not political

but about

STUFF!

It is so easy

to stop seeing

things

on flat surfaces

stuffed in closets

invisible in plastic

storage boxes,

pushed under

the bed.

An e-mail notice

from our favorite charity

that picks up

assembled donations

on our front door step

gave us

five days

to say

YES!

Gradually a veil

seemed to lift.

I noticed

bric-a-brac,

papers,

all sorts of things

and decided

that in addition to

jackets, hats, gloves

warm robes

could be given

to someone

without.

Once the process began

four days ago,

more things

caught my eyes

and now

9 boxes and bags

are ready for

pick-up.

I smile

thinking of

someone being warm,

enjoying some pretty object,

that had been displayed

so long,

I really didn’t see it.

Spring cleaning

comes early

this year.

I hope there

will be

another

notice of pick-up.

There is more room

to breath now.

Smiling.

 

Suffer the Children

How do children learn?

Following the daily news,

too many children

are learning

through suffering

the arrogance of some adults

in power.

Refugees in boats

to lands

near and far.

Walking days and nights

to reach

safety in our land.

Captured and put

into cages.

Transported without records

to places unknown.

Separated from parents,

some never reunited.

Nightly news show

children

whose parents

work for our government.

Furloughed, no pay,

Work, but no pay.

Bills to pay,

food to eat,

roofs over their heads,

teetering

on or past the edge.

American children

aren’t taught

civics,

how our government works,

three branches,

right to vote.

Adults’ responsibilities

are to care for children,

help them feel

Safe.

Where are the adults

now?

Suffer the children

to come to Me,

says the Bible.

Suffering

is what these

children are living.

Abuse of power

with insulting words.

Democracy is on the brink

some observe.

What about the children?

Hawk and Dove

Some liken

the Holy Spirit

to a shy and gentle bird

who must be approached

quietly and slowly,

lest he be

 frightened

and fly away.

Other liken

the Holy Spirit

to a ravening hawk. .

my experiences

have been more

hawklike than dovelike.

But considerable violence

is needed

to pull my fragments

together

to join sunside  and nightside;

it’s a wildly athletic act

to place the mind

into the heart

and a lot

of muscles get pulled.

Best known for

her book

A Wrinkle in Time

Madeleine l’Engle

 in her book

The Irrational Season

shows that questioning- living with the questions-is strengthening and

even may provide

some answers.

With patience,

answers may come,

often quietly and

often not what is expected.

Measure by Measure

Lines

drawn on a door frame

might be your family’s

way to mark the

growth of children.

Once they

are grown

and have children

of their own,

grandparents

might start

standing next to

each grandchild,

perhaps

stand in front of a mirror

and observe each

child and how close

their height

is to you.

I reached my adult height in eighth grade.

Tallest girl

in my class.

At dancing class

the few tall boys

chose the shorter girls,

leaving the tall girls

like me,

trying to not

feel so tall,

scrunching down.

Youngest granddaughter

now a sixth grader,

is barely a hair

shorter than me.

The eighth grader is taller

than me,

a growth spurt recently.

Eighteen this week

my oldest  granddaughter now makes me

feel short.

It is an incentive

to stand tall.

Grandson, the oldest,

towers over his

father, uncle and

grandfather,

all tall themselves.

However tall

each stands,

every one

is growing inside

into their beautiful

thoughtful selves.

Standing tall,

we all

see our worlds

from different vantage points.

Together we smile

and laugh

and cherish our connections.

Many ways

to measure

but no marks on the wall.

Unfolding

It is important

to take things

slowly

and allow

recovery

to happen

at its own pace.

There are no

magic formulas

for  healing

physical,

emotional

and spiritual wounds.

Healing

occurs on its own

schedule.

Sometimes

recovery

can be traced

in measurable

milestones,

and

other times,

it occurs

quietly

in the dark.

Expectations

don’t help me.

I have very little

if no

control.

Life

seems to

make up

its own

roadmap.

Going in circles

detours,

layers,

and then

more layers appear.

Perhaps

I thought

that I would be

wiser by now.

Paying attention,

being in this  moment,

mindful,

breathing in,

breathing out.