Kissing goodbye and and letting go of plans, the itinerary … the expectations, and rather
coming into the flow, that natural flow and ebb,
coming into our own in our own space
Kissing goodbye the illusions of control over our destiny and
Kissing this earth; honoring our heart like a child
slide our hands forward and slowly raise our gaze to a world that looks deceivingly the same … yet different
perhaps there’s a little clarity in that landscape so … uncertain
A child faces uncertainty each day but they know each is blessed with an inner compass, a GPS
that reliable sherpa within
who will guide us trekking this unknown path…
and beyond the blurred and hazy plateau of a flattened curve
there will be an emergence of another new vista that will come into focus as we flutter open … then widen our eyes in wonder
We don’t know what that vista will look like – resuming “normal” life
What would that look like? Is it a de-ja-vu, the resumption of the same “normal” unchanged from before, before the pause ?
Or would the new normal look different? How different?
I pray that
We will never forget
what we need as much as this breath we take; this oxygen we take
we not take for granted all
that enriches our lives
We will never forget
We don’t want to forget how much we missed
how it feels to just walk and talk shoulder to shoulder.
to slap a friend’s back in camaraderie,
with no fear
how it feels to see and experience a concert, admire a priceless art, laugh at the same cue seeing a movie together with other humans,
together feel the vibes, the goosebumps
with no fear
how it feels to experience a being bedside at a hospital bed
to listen, encourage or to just … be there
to hold that hand
to be close to those we feel close was a no brainer before
To not let the lonely be left alone
We took for granted those auras … those beautiful rainbow of auras we felt
We took granted the handshakes, a tap on the shoulder and those
We won’t forget that
To touch, to be touched … just to see someone in common space, just to share the same space and breathe the common air
To come into circle
To just walk over; run over; drive over to visit a place a person a venue with utter freedom and abandon … on a whim … before we thought it’s just money, time and energy – lack of it – that prevented us from traveling around the world
That freedom and abandon to which we threw ourselves into the flow is no longer our birthright but a privilege, a gift so miraculous where the ordinary is extraordinary in that life of heightened awareness.
To take off on an impulse to an exotic land
To escape to freedom and joy
is not a fantasy but still within in our mind’s power
to get up and go
to dance to that rhythm of life is within our minds’ stream of consciousness
we are free as ever before and after
when we trust and source our inner vast universe
Have you ever read a poem called “The Lanyards” by Bill Collins? Here, I am referring to Bill Collins, New York born and bred, an acclaimed poet, a former Poet Laureate of United States. Read The Lanyards and tell me what you think? It’s bitter sweet … that thought hovering in our minds as we send that bouquet of flowers to our mother. Two lanyards came out of drawers when Kondo Mari-ing out the drawers … only to not be able to toss them. These will probably go back to that same drawer as I make little progress in the challenging art of de-cluttering. Here’s some aging mint leaves for a little “art”, marveling at how bored hands can create such craft work that no one appears to take the time making anymore – Pandemic sheltering or not – crafty children’s fingers are so nimble and capable:)
Happy Mother’s Day ! Gratitude to the divine who glowed radiant for 9 months and labored and birthed us; then raised us into this world full of wonder and myriads of experiences to be had. We would not be here if it were not for you.
In nurturing energy and sustaining power of Shakti, Shiva co-resides to destroy the systems and believes so dysfunctional in order to rebirth and renew to usher in new fresh enlivened regeneration. At a heightened awareness, making sense out of this crises – it’s a welcomed shift of consciousness – We have to believe that.
to awaken the senses ! Usually make it with Amazake but just with almond milk this time – and was reminded of the yummy spicy chai Regina used to make and offer generously at the friendly neighborhood yoga studio – when will that brew come back?