A Little Yoga

You want healing

Take just a little yoga now.

Feel the breath

Be present.

Notice body, breath, spirit yoked together

Notice thoughts

Watch thoughts change.

Accept all of it:

The body today

The fear and pain today

The joy and pleasure today.

At the end of the hour

Or longer

Notice the release

From stress, anxiety, fear, and pain

Walk into peace, ease, and grace

And thank all beings.

Namaste.

 

 

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Glimpses

Glimpses of fall collide with winter

A tree still holding her colorful leaves

The warmth of the sun beating down

Yet ice forms on the pond each night.

Ski resorts are making snow

But doesn’t it melt as fast as it is made?

A cold rainy day and into the night

When the rain moves out, black ice forms

As cold Northern Winds blow across the land.

This cross over, this collision of seasons

It may be an opportunity

To rest in the space between seasons

The gap between times

The pause place before winter.

 

 

Remember

I don’t remember

Making the journey to today

Or the day I was born

And the moment you slipped away.

I don’t recall the time it took

To heal from when you hurt me

Or the burning pain, so very deep

Like a rolling, frothing, raging sea.

I also can’t call back

The times of great joy and love

When we were held tight

Enmeshed in a power from above.

This is the problem with me

With the structure of my limited brain

I can’t remember much

The clouds remain unslain.

But maybe it’s a way to move beyond

Oh, yes it could just be a blessing

A way to move forward

So love keeps progressing.

 

 

Gratitude

Open up your heart

Practice a little gratitude

All you have been blessed with

Making note will change your attitude.

A simple cup of coffee

Thanks be to all being who made it happen

A smile on a child’s face

The joy when they are laughing.

Snowflakes falling, swirling about

Cold grey skies above

Being able to play in white fluff

Skiing, skating, doing the things you love.

A job, a career

A place to work and grow

Colleagues who are kind and caring

Learning to accept and let go.

Health, wellness, and well being

Enables us to share with others

Gifts of loving kindness

Sharing wisdom passed down from ancestral mothers.

Let’s practice this all year long

And live in our place of gratitude

Let’s remember to care for self

And create those shifts in attitude.

 

 

 

132 pieces

I don’t know what happened baby

To what once was me and you

It’s not just in a few pieces, baby

I counted them, it’s more like 132.

No, I don’t know what happened baby

To that time that keeps on sliding by

I sure don’t like this broken feeling, baby

It ain’t so low, but it’s far from feeling high.

Won’t you tell me what happened baby

Cause it used to be you + me = 1, not 2

I can’t do the math no more

I just keep missing what was once you.

Let’s see what happened baby

Find us a new kind of super glue

Cause these pieces don’t fit together

We are broken apart baby, in pieces numbering 132.

132 pieces that need sticking back together

132 pieces that may fly off in the wind

132 pieces, broken since I don’t know when

132 pieces baby, look at me cry

132 pieces, we still need to try.

 

 

Tears

What does it feel like

When those hot salty tears

Escape and run down cold cheeks

And why do they have to make the journey

Day after day after day.

You would think that maybe, just maybe

One day could go by

Where they weren’t making the journey.

But still every day

Like clockwork

Slipping, sliding down

Saline tears leak from eyes

Finding new wrinkles and avoiding old paths

They meander.

It feels like brokenness, heartbreak, fear, and anger

It tastes like despair, like nothing will ever change

And the tears, they shine like loneliness

The killer we all try not to recognize

For who is to blame when it comes to being lonely?

So the tears will continue their cascade

Like the world will spin

The sun will rise and set

And the moon will chase after her

From now until forever

Tears will fall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams

In my dreams

The mother comes to me

And she whispers

You can change this

You can make a difference.

I wake with tears in my eyes

And wonder why, how, when.

The next night she comes again

You must, the mother said, have faith.

Yet, once again I awake in tears

Wondering, where does faith come from?

More dreams, more tears

This time, she whispers

Just let go.

If you fall, I will catch you.

If you slide, I will pick you back up

If you fail, I will comfort you

Until you are ready

Ready to try again.