Overflowing with sunlight
A cup: empty and full
Two sides of the same
Moment
Category: General Musing
The Smoker
Walking past a smoker
So very easy to judge
Addiction’s impacts
Yet who am I
To critique anyone’s
Frailties?
Black History Month Meditation 1: Langston Hughes
Reading Langston Hughes
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A Morning Meditation: Jealousy
Today’s Haiku:
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My family, trampled by the flu
My son has pretty much recovered from the latest stomach bug…now it’s my wife’s turn
Abruptly awake
Weary of microbes cruel work
Fearful I am next
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Growing Older or Life Goals
While perusing images in Pinterest, I stumbled upon pictures of elderly couples deeply in love. That captures something I want for myself: being filled with love.
A few years ago, one of my mentors died. Sad, yes; but the community of adoration that surrounded him, that came together celebrating his life inspired me deeply. Gave me pause. What echoes do I want my life to leave?
In my early teens I faced my mother’s death from cancer, plus the murder/suicide of my best-friend’s parents. Mortality’s shadow followed my life since. My legacy a consideration, that’s always within my mind. Often laden with anxiety. When I learned to focus on love, I changed.
I seek to be surrounded love, reflecting compassionate warmth back. Affirming and growing all I touch, that’s a worthy life-goal methinks. A life filled with wonder, delight and laughter; the result of facing down my mortality. I’m content with the result.
Impermanence
I’m struck by the randomness of the clouds, realizing this combination of colors and structure will never exist again. It doesn’t even exist now. A phantom existing only in my memory.
A meditation while walking
Journeying these streets
This tiny northern city
Gentle waves on stones
A meditation during my wanderings today.
I Am A Woman Who Survived.
I’m humbled and awed.