my thoughts pinwheel in a tinted blur whirring, churning, some spin out lost at least short-term most continue to blend, chop, stop! take a deep breath, omm . . . the discontent sneaks in creating dust devils of worry – breathe, one one-hundred, two one-hundred . . . the pinwheeling bits jig and jumble what are thoughts anyway? electro-chemical reactions – focus, be in the moment the hurricane building in my head downgrades to a tropical storm – inhale, close your eyes I strain to imagine calm the vice grip of tension easing . . . clenched teeth slacken, fists uncurl – breathe, sigh, surrender thoughts retreat I lie on my back motionless “corpse pose” exhale
extraordinary moments stream into our day like light beams through a cloud opportunities swallowed into the flurry of daily routine – the smile of a stranger on a morning walk, ignored, thoughts cluttered with tasks of the day the warbling of a purple finch upon the feeder, drowned out by the din of television news the fragrance of roses and freesia perfuming the garden, missed by endless emails and texts . . . a tiny maple leaf stuck to the window by a sun shower – if noticed, it looked like a baby’s footprint, signing into the world with each day flickers of light whisper invitations to engage to see, to smell, to hear the music of the world around us to capture the light, savor the moment
A low angled sun sends light flickers through my window, as cedar branches dance in the wind. Shifting patterns of light and dark skip upon the floor. I avoid the shadows – focus only on the light as I tiptoe through my reminiscences. I do not want to wake the hurt, the anger, the grief. . . only joyful memories will sustain me as the holidays near.
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