Every night at dusk
the swallows come.
They swoop and stall and dive
weaving in a random play,
their white bellies and forked tails flashing.

If I sit quietly,
they curiously buzz me
swinging out and swooping back into the fray
chirping their chewing chip, chip, chip call.
They never collide despite their speed.
Their chip, chip, chip like a sonar warning
“make way.”

They’re not organized like chimney swifts
or schooling fish or a swarm of bees
yet are somehow choreographed like a crazy quilt
in the softening light.

As dusk deepens,
they begin to disperse
flying higher and further afield.
Fewer and fewer their numbers
until they are gone,
gone back to their barn roosts
with bellies full of bugs.

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As eyesight fades

As eyesight fades

As eyesight fades
insight heightens.
We can see more clearly
the things worth seeing.

Does not your wife’s beauty
at 60
far outshine her beauty
at 20?
You see her,
not through your eyes,
but through love,
through trials and triumphs,
through her talents,
her uniqueness,
through her wisdom,
through your wisdom.

Is not the sunset more brilliant
when we know
we are merely a witness,
when we know
this is one fewer sunset
we will ever experience?

Mourn not the loss of eyesight.
Celebrate the growth of insight,
of character,
of gratitude,
of appreciation of the finite.

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“Get back on the mat”

I have several soul cards that I made years ago by choosing magazine images and words that spoke to me and arranging them on a card using my intuition. These cards continue have meaning for me and help me focus on the work I do on myself and my life.  I just finished the “Today is the Day I Write my own story” phase where I downsized my job and up-sized my writing/publishing time.  Now I am entering my “Get back on the mat” time when I use self-care and connection as an approach to aging.  Hopefully this journey inspires you as well. Here is the poem:
Get Back on the Mat

Chose a soul card
for entering a new time.
Increased self-care.
A call to “get back on the mat.”
The mat of yogic principles
A practice of nightly
“legs up the wall”
and breath
(and dark chocolate).

Visualizing my skin and other organs renewing,
getting younger, healthier,
fresh, more blood and movement,

Exercise my mind.
Work on understanding annoyances, frustrations.
Choosing not to go to hurt places
when sharp words present
but using compassion to send out healing
rather than pull in hurt.

More veggies, herbs, green.
Grow things and notice, feel
the weather rawly
as does my garden
and stretch,
stretch body, mind, and
set spirit to soar.
Look at the tree tops.

Back on the mat.
The mat a lotus flower
purposefully opening.
Reaching out through poetry,
moving into teaching.

Self-care is connection
being part of humanity.
Fostering my compassion.
Noticing my judgements
for they are judgements of myself
which do not serve me.

Get back on the mat.
Ripples in the sand
inward ripples for me
and outward ripples
of connection.

This is how I will embrace aging.
Aging as growth, awakening, renewing
and being part of nature.

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It is a good day

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It is a good day

Poured myself a stemmed glass of lime sparkling water,
turned on the ceiling fans,
and opened the windows to let the pollen come in
And the bird song
squawks, twerbles and melodic little tunes
and the breeze
and the green
all came in.

The potted avocado trees,
relegated to house plant
here in zone four,
sway in the breeze
looking eye to eye
with the birches and poplars
leaning in from the yard.

It is the edge between spring and summer.
Dandelions have puffed to seed,
the grass is tall enough to wave,
and the bugs have sprouted
to birds’ delight for sure.

It is a good day
to hang out clothes
and make brownies.
A good day to soak up being a live
and being loved.

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Soothing rain

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Soothing rain

Steady tap
Slow waggling trees
All is green and slick,
Gardens stirring.
Motion of water
tricking through eaves troughs.
Country streams
filling lakes,
fattening fish.
Surfaces dappled with
rain drops.
Rain drops on a string,
a trajectory from cloud
to ground.
Only swayed by the
slant of the breeze.

Sunrise takes a rest.
Morning brings a greening
instead of flames bouncing
off the horizon.
Subdued light
A calm
White noise
A napping day
A day for tea
and oatmeal.

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Poem #30 – Stamp collection – National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Scene: Conversation following a graduation ceremony between a new grad and Obi Wan Kenobi.
Reference:  Quotes are from the Obi Wan Kenobi character in Star Wars movies.


Grad:  Excuse me Mr. Kenobi.  Mr. Kenobi.  Mr. Kenobi can I ask you a question?

Obi Wan:  “Use the force.”

Grad:  Okay, will I be lucky enough to have a successful career and life?

Obi Wan:  “In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.”

Grad:  You’re saying I should choose the right career and hone a marketable skill?

Obi Wan:  “Skill is the child of patience.”

Grad:  So, if I work really hard, I will get rich?

Obi Wan:  “You’ll find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view”

Grad:  Well what if my point of view is to have lots of money no matter what?

Obi Wan:  “Don’t give in to hate. That Leeds to the dark side.”

Grad:  You’re saying that integrity and intention are more important than money?

Obi Wan:  “Everything casts two shadows”

Grad:  Huh? Do you mean that there is good and bad, happiness and struggle to anything? And, it is how I define ‘rich’ that makes the difference in which shadow prevails?

Obi Wan:   “May the force be with you.”

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Fancy your fancies

Poem #29 – Stamp collection – National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2017

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Fancy your fancies

To make an ordinary day
a little finer
fancy your fancies,
put on airs
and a lilting wide brim hat,
a silk scarf,
and something skimpy with lace.
Parade in front of naked windows
setting the table for high tea,
linen napkins
and cake cut into squares
to eat with your fingers,
smacking and licking your fingers.
Cake for dinner?  Yup,
maybe ice cream too
scooped into champagne glasses
eaten with a long cocktail spoon.

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