Are you like me

when your hand

touches, gleefully glides

the steering wheel

of your everyday-day

taking-you-everywhere…

finally making that turn

arriving at the corner

of your often predictable

street…weary eyes

coming to a nebulous crawl

like your tired wheels

like your tired body

like your tired mind

arriving home…

that sacred place

of being

of clarity

exhaling

all the fumes

emissions

omissions

of life’s

daily grind?

This morning I heard the soft, steady hum of a small room fan

Felt the plush, chilled leather of an old man’s recliner

Gathered heavy-laden limbs from my wayward wisteria tree

Lush begonias propped nearby—in a cracked concrete planter

This morning I heard two sparrows uttering a one-to-one love call

Pondered the angst-driven interplay of squirrels wrestling for ground food

Discouragement of scattered leaves clamoring for autumn stillness

Then saw my grandchild’s toy lying— where he last played

This morning I heard the huddled throng of random laughter and chaos

Felt the variegated bodies of middle-schoolers in narrow hallways

Observed their scuttled feet making leaps to a readied classroom

With crumpled hoodies and tangled headphones wrapped about

arms guarded with wireless laptops— being wired for success

It all reminds me…assures me that life contains speckled pockets

of unexplainable joy in the midst of pain and anguish.

Shedding the unwantedness in our lives can sometimes be just what we need.

There is that place where you have nothing to lose because you have lost everything. Everything that was supposed to go. Sweating…Shedding dead, meaningless skin the kind that comes off after you have stripped spa-soaked in hot warm cold water… landed in a 110 degrees dry sauna room accompanied by 120 degrees steam room…then made your rounds to a few more rooms of 150 degrees…inhaling… exhaling… sweating…cooling…dehydrating… meditating… journaling… Finally… by the time you are ready to complete your renewal (without realizing it) your total body especially your legs and feet (those vital parts that carry you to and fro) have shed flakes…flakes of unwanted, dry dead skin from just the stroke of your fingers and the experience.

Shedding is releasing…when you release, you become able to tell it like it is.

Emily Dickinson said, “Tell the truth but tell it slant.” No, I say– tell it how it is. How it truly t-i-s. Unequivocally…Loss may come but clarity will too…in time you learn what really matters. Much like losing a loved one or a close friend. Loss can feel fresh when you release and shed…those who know it feel it. You’re devastated. The pain befriends you. The hurt sustains you. The grief rocks you. Some days. Some nights You learn to move on. But remember: You can get through this. Whatever the THIS is.

Some- times I need to revisit my earlier writings

go back a few years, few months, few entries

to be encouraged…uplifted…enriched

to be reminded of my faith

my vision

my purpose

Some- times that is the best

remedy for my tears and pain.

Did you know that your words can connect like quilt pieces?

Collecting memories is

like quiltmaking

each piece of the memory

connects a particular story

distinct relevance

person place memory

time semblance past present

connecting thoughts

changing, evolving mosaic

kaleidoscopic fusion

taking in

letting out

ahhhhh…….

becoming one piece

at a time

taking in

letting out

ahhhhh……