Reflection on a spring morning

This morning I sit quietly,

my cup of coffee steaming on the windowsill,

as the rain streams down outside.

It’s late spring in our region,

the sky is watering my tiny swiss chard and kale plants.

The weeks leading up to this moment of peace have been challenging.

My body told me to slow down with bronchitis and exhaustion.

My stepfather passed away of a heart attack unexpectedly.

Two of my three kids are out of school for the summer.

And my mom’s cancer treatment continues.

I sit quietly this morning and reflect on all of this,

and all of the blessings that have come into my life.

As I write, I am enfolded by a comfort quilt gifted by a friend.

It was made by members of a local church and I can feel the love that went into making it.

My colleagues have set up a meal plan for my family.

I have been surrounded by comforting arms and cried with many loved ones.

I have received cards and love from far and wide.

In all of this, every aspect of life,

from the happy to the sad,

I know that I am surrounded by love,

and with love anything is possible.

 

 

 

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I found time to miss you

I’ve been going like a freight train, 

for awhile. 

The last time we talked, 

you said you wanted more, different. 

And then the talking stopped.

I went my way, 

sad, but not super surprised. 

This is the first weekend I have had to myself, 

in 10 years. 

I found time to miss you.

You have brought so many gifts into my life.

I am grateful beyond words. 

I know it’s going to stick this time, 

and then, in the same breath I want to invite you over.

It’s a process I guess.

The rain comes down on this spring afternoon, 

I bet it’s sprinkling wherever you are too. 

Be well. Be better than that, be spectacular.

Because that’s who you are. 

What if love…

 What if love was the first thought you had in the morning, and last thought at the end of the day?

What if love was an agenda item at the top of your to do list and staff meeting agenda? 

What kind of love? All kinds.

Self love, love of family, kids, partners, each other, people we don’t know, people who are different than us. 

What if love moved beyond a feeling between two people and one day a year with roses and chocolates, to a daily expression to the world around us. 

I love the postman who delivered my letter, the cashier at Trader Joe’s, the nurse how helped my mom. I love my loud kids, my partner who is miles away, and my dad who always wants to help. 

Here’s where it gets harder… I send love to those suffering in countries near and far, to those suffering and making unkind decisions in our government, to those who feel marginalized and afraid today. 

May this love begin like a raindrop and become a full storm, blanketing the world in love.

What if you and your friend, and her mom and your neighbor started this day with love? 

What if just by creating this loving intention, this tide of love starts to build and all of a sudden, someone let’s you in front of them in rush hour traffic, or someone else holds open the door, or a smile from stranger to stranger brightens someone’s day. 

What if? 

What if love… 

Movin on up 

You know as adults there are a lot of things we deal with. We have bills to pay, kids to raise, jobs to work and partners to communicate with. 

I deal with these things everyday just like you all. And it’s not always easy, but still I deal.

Here’s what I don’t deal with very well, sticking your head in the sand and hoping it all gets better. I’m a doer, a passionate lover of life and anything else is frankly lame. Let’s say you work somewhere and you hate it, you talk about it with everyone and complain but you don’t every do anything about it. Then the problem is not the job, it is your inaction about your unhappiness. 

Or let’s say you are a pot smoker. On Saturday you have nothing to do so you just smoke and watch TV all day long. You have a list of projects before you host that house warming party but you never quite get them done. The problem is not that there are so many projects, it’s that you are wasting your life energy by literally smoking it away.  And by doing so you are saying smoking is my priority, not completing projects and gathering with good friends. 

I don’t get it. I understand that people choose to live life that way, but I never will. 

I want to live a full, rich, messy, life. I want deep laugh lines when I’m 80, good girlfriends who have shared fun adventures with me, and kids who have watched me live and love with an open heart. 

Yesterday was tough. I was tired and yet, the day was not without its glories. I walked out of my office to see this…   

Around every corner there is the possibility of blessing, we just have to remember to look up.

As I awoke today, I was grateful for the reminder that each day is a new day, a new opportunity to pour love into the world. Today I will continue to get movin’, radiate love, and keep movin’ on up. 

Have a beautiful day! 

Prayer on the wind 

I saw you today,
writing in your favorite coffee shop, 
eyes focused on the keyboard,
you craft a message to the world. 

My insides melt, 
even after all this time.

I wish I could tell you.
I wish you could hear. 

But words cannot exit these lips, 
Too much history,
too much hurt.

And so I say this prayer and hope it finds you.

I pray you are happy,
that joy and prosperity surround you,
your garden blooms, 
your vision of hope becomes reality, 
And your daughter knows what an incredible man you are. 

I say this as I pass the coffee shop
hoping it will travel on the wind 
to you. 
 

I think of you sometimes…

I think of you sometimes when I wake up in a space of poetry and reverence for life. 

I wonder for a minute if life is treating you well and I know it is. If ever I have met a survivor and thriver, it’s you. 

The birds are singing a sweet, gentle song outside my window this morning. I bet you can hear it today.

Today is brilliant, sunny and full of life. It’s bold and passionate just like you. 

I think of you sometimes, when the day reminds me that dispite our differences, the world is a better place because you’re in it. 

Wherever you are out there, I wish you wellness and that feeling of joy that bubbles up from the inside and then overflows as laughter. 

That’s how I imagine you when I think of you sometimes. 

Filling in the pieces 

When we are little, we imagine our life as a dream, castles in far away places, and adventures with challenges and intrigue!

As we grow, if we are fortunate, we get to have adventures that mold and shape who we  are. Our hair grows tendrils of rainforest vines, our clothing smells of incense from the Far East and the glow of a hundred sunsets burns in our eyes.

Our lives may or may not have gone the direction that we envisioned as a child. I know I misplaced my unicorn awhile back and spent some time looking for her. 

It seems to me that some of work in life is about filling in the pieces of what we lost, what got broken, or what we just haven’t had the opportunity to experience yet. 

I heard this amazing saying about the filling in the pieces, it moves me everytime I see it. 

 
I felt like this broken pottery after my divorce, and then life filled me with gold. I had no idea of the strength and gifts that I had until I went through those challenging moments. Because of it, I feel more real and beautiful than I was before. Beauty can be defined in many ways. To me this pottery is among the most beautiful things I have ever seen.