You are currently browsing the tag archive for the ‘Life challenges’ tag.

Fifteen years ago this morning, humid and cloudy, Two Men and a Truck moved my belongings to my new home, a modest bungalow, ideal for its quiet and neighborly support. Outside my study window flourished an old lilac shrub; it’s still there, in full bloom, its fragrance drawing smiles from dog-walkers.

But the deepest smiles have been my own. Aside from periodic pruning and watering, I’ve contributed little toward the shrub’s survival. Winter-ice encased the buds, snowdrifts weighted the branches, and winds, like whirling dervishes, propelled its root systems into deeper articulation.

Infrequently, though, a freeze shocked the heady blossoms, and then it was over until next year—Brown and spent, they languished and nicked my grief.

With this spring’s frolicking, however, fully rounded lilac buds slowly split with tinges of pale green; then emerged clusters of lavender nubs until warmed into full petalling. It’s happened again, for the sixteenth year.

Such beauty reminds me of the Source, ever recoloring my psyche and companioning my end time that demands even more consciousness. Again, as I look out my study window, I thrill with regal blossoms sweeping the sky. I’m in good hands and always have been.

thrusts through womb trough

chills lung sacs

startles color/sound splashes

stretches gummy muscles

pokes around the edge of things

joys in breast folds

tears in alien darkness

toe-clings first steps

collects skinned knees

accepts the “No”

discovers inner worlds of puppy, butterfly, lady bug, tortoise

indwells with earth rhythms

rejoices in sun/clouds patterning

tastes the sunset peach

captures words, both silent and still

uncovers the dark side

releases festering waters

chews the tough hide of disappointment

listens to the turning point

washes in stillness

whistles canyon echoes

winks at unseen helpers

presses juices from happenings

shuffles toward soul embrace

desires night dreams

greets inner shamans

colors mornings and evenings

diminishes through aging

sucked into to the black hole

surrenders to the ravager, death

restores to the mystery


Available on Amazon

%d bloggers like this: