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open

morning:

sitting
knitting
listening
rain patter
birds chatter
clock ticking
sipping
standing up
headed to work

evening:

prone on my mat
stretching
eyes closed
listening
clock ticking
silenced phone buzzing
footsteps in the street
train whistle nearing
seagulls in the distance
door closing
whistling
sitting up
headed home


trusting ‘whatever’

I slowed my bike but thought “whatever,” and went right through the puddle.

Such is life.

I often see puddles too late to adjust and go around;

Trusting my balance and

fenders to keep me dry,

I just peddle on through to the sidewalk on the other side.


what is in my hold

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I put in my hands
what my hands can hold
and then grip tight
and hold with might.

I put in my mind
what my mind can hold
and let my sleep
tend to the deep.

But I put in my heart
more than it can hold
knowing time and grace
will create more space.

 

 

 

 


yeah, like that…

bike-sweater-picI wore my bike sweater today. It is the only purchase I’ve ever made after clicking an ad on my screen and I ordered it only because it was cheap and I figured if I didn’t like it or it didn’t fit I would just give it away.

But it fits and it’s pretty cute and every time I wear it, someone says something.  Today it was the kindergarten teacher who stopped me in the hall and said, “I love bikes!  I ride my big balloon tire bike up and down the street and all the neighbor kids come out to see me.”

I told her I love to bike too – but don’t do it much anymore – but I told about the poem I wrote and offered to send it to her.  She told me not to be surprised if she puts it on her wall.  Well that would be a real complement.  I shared it on my blog a long time ago as part of my entry titled “wing bumps” but here it is again:

I never want to forget
the joy and triumph
I felt as a child
to be a girl in the world
pedaling beyond the lip of my driveway
feeling independent and free
to explore
the side streets of life

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Overheard

IMG_6539Garden Conversation

The deer walked tentatively into the yard
looking up at each sound
as he grazed his way across the lawn.
He came to the edge of the garden
and dipped his mouth to the daisies
tipping their faces to his shoulders.
A door slid open;
a hesitant cough sounded.
The deer gazed intently for a few minutes
then turned and left the flower bed.


message – July 15

Message in a bottle for July 15th -“being a caring sibling”

I’m not much of a hiker
but I heard the view was worth the climb
so I headed out.
Midway to the top,
the trail was cut by the very stream
below the falls I was headed to see.

A shimmed log lay across the cut
and a crew was at work on the rope railings
but there was nothing in place
for me at this juncture in my hike.

I watched another hiker grit her teeth
and bravely walk across the log.
I knew that wasn’t going to work for me;
my imagination would get the best of me.
I sat straight down on the wet surface
and scooted across like a toddler.

The rest of the hike was not so bad after that
and when I returned to the log,
the railing was in place.
I was glad to be able to cross with some dignity this time
and to know it will be easier the next time
I pass this way.


message – July 14

Message in a bottle for July 14th – “living in the present”

the strawberries are delicious
and the cut on my tongue throbs with their acid sweetness
yet I take another one into my mouth