Always honor her
For life is very fleeting
Time flees like fall leaves
I think about my mother often.
My mother died when she was forty. Weird to have outlived her.
Category: General Musing
I thrive in the predictable
Thriving on rhythms
Predictable patterns help
Free me from stresses
Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded within my skull, that this adventure seeker persona was what I was supposed to be. Thus I always presented myself that way. Certainly believed that I was. Now I’m pleased with my domestic persona. That I’m stable, steadfast and sturdy. Funny that my career is full of change elements. And unsought for ones, too. But that’s another post.
Early Morning
Awake
Against my will
My uncontrollable mind
Second guessing my life
Every choice open to
Ridicule
Through my open window
A lone bird’s chatter
This strange, calm click
Answers my insanity
With a call
For tea
I need more time
Needing much more time
So much needing to be done
Hints of Autumn leaves
Life is so busy at times, it’s ready to lose focus. I forget what’s important, ending up weary. Remember to focus on what gives you energy, what gives you life.
Too early in the morning
It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
Listening to Compline
Sitting in dim light
Not darkness, tranquil
People highlighted by shadow
Candle’s energy dancing
Upon faces, glinting eyes
Music carries words
Deeper than where
They’ll go
On their own power;
Calmness fills empty spots
Within my soul
Refreshed and
Birthed anew
Seattle’s St. Marks cathedral has hosted compline for decades. Sung evening prayer has roots deep in Christian liturgy and the Anglican tradition. These speak to me deeply, especially in candlelit halls of stone.
Seasonal Motion
And so I’m falling
Forward into each season
Brewing energy
I find myself anticipating each new season’s arrival. The excitement wears off, though. Fortunately, new things come each change.
Blessings to you all!
When Night Falls
I love when night falls
As the air cools and light wanes
And peacefulness descends
Children’s Laughter
This sound
Laughing children
Always a delightful way
To awaken
Another Friday
Five days have now passed
And another week ending
Time for a reboot