journal

musings and ponderings…

June 29, 2015

a moment in the coffee shop…

god’s been on my mind.
i’m not even sure how to explain it.
cause i don’t believe in the kinda god a lotta people do.
i talk about god like i do tho, cause it’s just easier to use the words that way.

and i guess that’s it –
i wanted to find my own words.
i wanted to find some sort of way to describe god.
describe what i mean by god.
i wanted to paint my god with words.

so i went down to the coffee shop and thought about it.
scribbled some stuff down.
and saw – i had no words that worked.
none.

i was right next to a window watching the breeze blow thru the leaves of
the trees outside, i was looking at the sky – that for me is sooo much a symbol
of god….and i couldn’t do it. how do you catch the energy that’s in between
what you see? how do you catch the life in the living?

so i started writing about how i couldn’t do it.

and i watched my hand moving the pen…..
the way it just glided along, writing words….
and i thought…..there’s god.
right there.
in whatever is moving my hand.
but how do you capture that?

stuck, i went up to refill my coffee cup.

there was a young woman there filling the napkin holder.
i smiled, said hello, asked her how she was as i helped myself to the coffee.

we chatted for a moment.

and just as i was about to turn back and head to my table,
she asked ‘and how are you?’

she didn’t have to.
it wasn’t necessary.
it was easy to end it all where we were.

but she asked.
and she sounded like she cared.

i smiled, answered her and joked.
that was on the outside.

on the inside things just kinda stopped for me.
and i felt……really FELT….how god was right there.
right there between us.

i had absolutely no words to describe what i meant,
but i was overwhelmed with the feeling.

and for a MOMENT i really understood how god is everywhere.
i went back to my table sure i had no words for what i was feeling.
but still so grateful for the moment and how it filled me.

i decided to drive home and be in my yard with the sky.
as i headed out of the parking lot, i saw some people crossing into a store.
they looked as if they forgot god was there.
‘they just forgot.’ i thought.

we all just forget.
and sometimes we just close the door on it all.
but it doesn’t go away.
whatever that is that i can’t describe –
it doesn’t go away.

we do.
it doesn’t.

and for a moment i really really understood that.

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June 29, 2015

need a laugh?!

four old ladies

what old people do for fun

ballroom blitz taxi commercial

berlitz language commercial

starbucks glen commercial

dancing skeleton

sprint crime deterrentphone

clarke & dawe – the front fell off

mental health hotline

June 29, 2015

sillies

sillies
the fear.
and the trying to protect thru the fear.
oh my gosh.
when will we EVER learn?

i just watched someone stuck in their fear,
and tryin’ really hard to protect themselves.
they finally let go and seem so much happier.

they don’t seem any more safe than they were before….
but way happier.

well, gosh,
couldn’t we just say that about me recently?
and me lots of times.

it’s so much easier seeing it in someone else.
it just makes so much sense that all that struggle they’re doing
to stay safe and protect themselves is a waste and a wrestle they don’t need.
sillies.
and we need to be patient til they figure it out.
sigh.
and…
yeah.
it’s so easy to see when someone else is doin’ it.

really.

but when we do it?
it seems so necessary.
it seems so important.
it seems so consuming.

sigh.

sillies.

it doesn’t help a thing.
hurts a ton.
and slows us down.

i see it clearly now.
now let’s see if i can live it clearly for oh…..
maybe a full weekend?

gonna try.

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June 25, 2015

it’s a good ol’ age

it’s a good ol’ age.
this being ‘older’
it’s a good ol’ age and i really saw that as i sat and talked with a friend today.

we talked about a whole lotta different things.
and i gotta say our age showed thru the topics.
in a really cool way.

there’s been a lotta learning along the way,
a lotta growing, and more and more understanding sinking in.

and then we talked of things we loved to do –

and we can do them now.
we have the time to do them now.
and we’re no longer in that place where we gotta give ourselves away over and over again.

it’s our time.

so we’ve got this time,
we’ve got these passions,
and we’ve got a little more understanding of life.

i came home from the meet up feeling inspired.

it’s a good ol’ age.
and it’s up to us to make it ours.

toasting ‘older’ women and who we’ve grown to be!

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June 25, 2015

god’s pinky

i held my breath when i read mark nepo refer to the sea as
god’s smaller face in the world.

how perfect.

and the phrase popped into my head last nite as i was standing in the
middle of my yard looking up at the sky.

a strong storm was rolling in.
the clouds were churned up, moving swiftly in circular motions.
the different shades of gray were many
and here and there were holes of light shining thru the layers
and layers of power and energy.

i was completely taken with the force above me.

and i thought of that phrase –

god’s smaller face in the world.

i was intimidated standing under such power,
i was in awe of the energy that was so beyond me,
and i was moved by the breath taking beauty of it all.

i noticed how full of emotion i was –
and thought if i i felt this full under a stormy sky –
imagine what it would be like standing in front of god.

‘this feeling here would be equivalent to seeing god’s pinky!’ i thought.
and laughed.

what would it be like to stand before god?

not sure i want to.
and yet, not sure i don’t.

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June 25, 2015

uncle

uncle
ya know,
i can be so darn thick headed.
the best thing in my life lately has been havin’ this goofy guy of mine here.
this whole co-habitation thing has been deeply wonderful.

and um…..
i gotta say, i dragged my feet a bit.
grinnin’.
okay.
a lot.

i dragged my feet a lot.

gosh, if we could look down at the path of my life,
we’d find a whole lotta dragged feet marks along the way.

so here i am, draggin’ my feet with more things,
and it occurs to me –
the last thing i dragged my feet with has been really really good once i let go.
i am living that joy right now.

so.
how about with other stuff???

i think it’s time.

no, this isn’t an over nite letting go of for sure.
i’ve been deeply dug in for a bit now.
but i think today i’m letting go and letting life lead me.

i honestly think i’ve had enough wrestling.

and i’m ready to be led.

funny,
i feel my inner child coming alive again.
go figure.

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June 22, 2015

heel marks

i don’t do a lotta fridge magnets.
as a matter of fact – i only have three.
i’m a minimalist when it comes to fridges.

two hold up the only photo i have there.
it’s of my partner and i.
it’s on the side of my fridge and right where i can see it when i cook.
one magnet is the cat and the hat.
and the other says ‘i’m very receptive to compliments today.’
they remind me to keep the child like play alive in my relationship
and to always be free in telling the good stuff.

then i have my ‘real’ magnet.
the one that i’d leave there if there wasn’t anything else at all on the fridge.

the one that i saw in the store and laughed right out loud when i read it.
the one i didn’t buy because i was budgeting.
the one my friend who was with me secretly bought for me after she saw my reaction to it.

it says quite simply –

‘let go or be dragged.’

i honest to pete think that is one of the best things that has ever been written.

and as many times as i’ve glanced at it, laughed again, and nodded for
the thousandth time, it always feels true.

that’s exactly where i am with a certain place in my life right now.
and i gotta be honest,
there’s marks in the path where my heels have dug in while i’ve been dragged along.

big sigh.

let go or be dragged.

dragging doesn’t feel so good.

i’m workin’ hard on letting go.
and i think that’s my problem.
i don’t think letting go is so much about work.
and trying.
i think it’s just doing.

i keep at it.
loosening one finger at a time.

i’ll get there.
cause this whole dragging this is……well…..
dare i say?
a total drag.

sorry, i couldn’t help it. 🙂

let go or be dragged.
still, as hard as it is right now, that’s one of my all time favorite sayings.
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June 22, 2015

a rain storm

there’s been a lot on my heart lately.
stuff i haven’t been able to control,
friends who are hurting.
morons who won’t shut up.
people who aren’t thinking things thru.
and it’s made my heart heavy.
over and over again, i have gone to my yard for peace.
it always comes thru.
but the sadness……it’s been staying for awhile now.

so when the storm rolled thru yesterday,
i shoulda realized that’s why i was drawn to my back porch.
to just be with the energy of the earth.
to bring my sadness to the storm.

it rolled in with gusto
and poured and poured and poured.
i couldn’t sit there any more.
i HAD to be in it.

of course, it wasn’t really smart as there was still thunder around,
but i couldn’t help it.

i had a bucket filling with water under my gutter.
i went right over.
it’s like being in a waterfall.
(yeah, i need to check my gutter)
i took the bucket and poured it in my little pond where i had
just earlier discovered tadpoles.
back and forth from gutter to pond,
i filled the bucket
and poured it out again,
talking to the tadpoles and the rain.

the practical reason, if anyone asked, would be to fill my pond.
but my pond didn’t need it.
i did.

and then i sat on the steps and watched the storm leave.

the sun was right behind it.
one of those storms where the last rain drops are in the sunshine.

and i watched the bright sun hit the wet leaves.
and the glimmer that was born!
my entire soul just filled up with it.
and without even realizing where it was coming from,
i just kept hearing ‘YES!’
my whole being felt like the word yes.

in the back of my head, i knew there was some poem by
e.e. cummings with yes in it.

after taking it all in,
feeling the healing of the storm waters
and the water diamonds among the leaves
i went in and looked up the poem.

here’s a piece of it –

i thank You God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

i thought it was so cool how the poem had filled me without
my even really knowing what the poem said.
i definitely went beyond understanding it –
i lived it.

and once again, the earth soothed me.

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May 7, 2015

an engineer at heart

so this is what happens with an engineer in my life –
he says something i never heard of,
and it catches my mind on fire.

like ‘critical path.’

OOooOooohhhhh i say…what’s THAT?!
and i start repeating ‘critical path. critical path. critical path.’
cause i love how it sounds.

okay, so now you gotta forgive the non-engineer defining of this –
this is filtered thru me, so you know….take it with a grain of salt –
but this is what’s got me all tickled, so who cares if it’s accurate or not?
that’s not the point!

so like you’re doin’ a project.
and you got a buncha different things you gotta do.
which thing is kinda pluggin’ up the works at the moment?
the thing that needs unpluggin’ so the rest can flow right then,
THAT’s the critical path.

ahem.
i apologize to any engineers for that.
but that’s what i got.

what’s pluggin’ up the darn works?
that’s where we gotta focus.

oh man……you KNOW that caught my interest.

i found myself driving and thinking about that.
i wanted to find the critical paths in my life.

but you know….that means i gotta have something in mind that i’m
trying to accomplish, right? so you gotta kinda know your goal.
oh great, i groan.
i gotta know my goal in life?
but you do know, i argue.
you do.

and i do.

but i go to the one that i’m workin’ on right now.
the sub-goal.
that’s to stay present. to see how lucky i am.
to realize all the bounty and glory all around me.

okay.
so what gets in my way?
well………hmmmmmm……it’s the staying present stuff.
i slip and fall asleep over and over.

so my critical path right now is to keep myself awake?

not sure.
now i’m confused.
but i think that’s prolly it.

and i don’t know how to.
i mean, if i knew that, i could type that out and be some kinda
amazing guru, right? but i haven’t a clue.

at this point i find myself in an aisle at target with a tiny little boy.
he’s sitting in his cart making the most wonderful noises.
he’s happy and he’s cooing.
my back is to him as i’m checkin’ out something real important
like hooks. and i hear him. and my whole being melts.

i turn towards him and smile and start talking to him.
hooks have taken the back seat to this little boy’s glow.
not wanting to be some kinda weirdo shopper and freak out his mom,
i turn back to the hooks after i’ve filled up on the glow.

i grab what i need, and go to the next aisle.
i hear his cooing again.
i stand one aisle over just listening.

cooing.
totally in the present.
totally there.

i head off thinking that’s it….i gotta unplug my cooing pipe.
i gotta unplug the gunk so i just coo.
that’s my critical path.
but now i see there must be more to this engineering stuff….
cause you gotta figure out how.

i wonder what they call that? the figuring out of it all?
i imagine they use schematics. (see! i DO hang out with these
engineery types and pick up words!) but i think i need to use
visuals….

and won’t that be fun?!
visuals to see what’s gunking up the cooing pipe.
oh man, i am such an engineer at heart!

May 4, 2015

doing something…..

i have noticed that when i come up against something horribly dark,
or just a really really difficult struggle – i am filled with the need to DO something.
it happens every time.

which can be a bit frustrating if you read the news.

i try to keep the news in balance in my life.
sometimes i don’t do so good with that.
sometimes i just about drown with it all.
and then i take a sabbatical and try to balance again.

and sometimes something will hit so deeply that i’ll just feel that need again –
that overwhelming need to DO something.

this morning that happened to me.
that overwhelming feeling came.
along with the tears.

i headed for the shower, turned on the prayer music and tried to just get centered.
yet the tug was there –
what can i possibly do?
it’s so huge and so beyond me.
what can i possibly do?

and then….
the answer that always seems to come to me when no other answer will come –
whispered to me again.

it’s in one of my bone sighs…..the one i have for grief –

“weeping and aching, 
i longed to honor your passing.
i longed to honor your life.
searching everywhere, 
i found only one answer.
honor myself.
become all that i am.
and carry you inside that beauty. ”

i got to thinking about how incredibly wealthy i am just because i live where i live.
i got to wondering about that.
and i got to wondering about how i live and what i do with what i have.
and i got to thinking about how i act.

and i got to thinking that the very least i can do is value my blessings with all i have,
understand how lucky i am, work very hard at not adding any more pain to the world,
work hard at taking any pain i can away.

do exactly what that bone sigh says –
-honor myself –
become all that i am.

part of me wants to argue that and say that’s nothing. you’re doing nothing.
but the answer back to that is ‘ then why is it so hard?’

it’s one place i can start.
it’s one place i have control over.
it’s one thing i can lift up every single day and say – i offer my heart.
as open and loving as i can make it.