“Smile at the Future?”

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In those sleepless hours of eternal night

We can wrestle with demons and writhe 

Against the chains of insomnia


Smile at our ridiculousness

And slip into morning unscathed 


While sitting ringside for the collapse of our dreams

We can shrink in screaming pain


Laugh knowingly at our need for miracles

And silence the destructive waste


Tossed like a dry and broken leaf in the wind

We can denounce the moon and the tides


Release the energy caged in disbelief

And smile at the ride of our lives

What Are We Expecting People to Be?

Are you angry at the people who have let you down?

Are you anxious about all of the injustice, abuse, and discrimination in this world?

Are you ashamed enough of your own failures that you deny, rationalize, or hide them?

When we quit expecting people to be our saviors

When we cease pretending there is no dysfunction and, instead, anticipate it

When we give up expecting ourselves to be something other than human…

We will finally have a chance to live

Without the constant and familiar war with anger, anxiety, and depression

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In My Hand I Hold…Only This Moment

“…only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand–and melting like a snowflake.” –Francis Bacon

Sometimes I am shocked into considering the ridiculous brevity of my life by…looking up at the vast universe or by looking back into the history of generations of people who have already lived and died. Sometimes it is a brutal confrontation with death in a dream or in an unexpected tragedy. But, when this happens, my life takes on the more noble qualities of:

  • a sense of urgency to live fully today
  • a sensitivity about what really matters
  • a renewed commitment to live with courage, compassion, and surrender

I can make the sparkle and the melting count today. I can do what I was born to do with cheerful abandon.

Or, I can fret, fear, despair, complain, and squander what little I have left.

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The Illusion of Knowing People

The trick is

Getting still enough to see past the tower 

Of our own shadow

Into theirs

To slow down enough to take a walk

Into their secrecy

Leaving ours

To walk barefoot on their path of fallen leaves

Pushing aside the undergrowth

And the tentacles of our own briars

That choke their young

Untended foliage starving for daylight

A good Friday Question:

How long has it been since we simply admired those who grow beside us…without bringing our pruning shears?


Make It Right or Lose Everything

never too late

Where there is doubt

Where there is sleeplessness

Where there is hiding

Where there is anxiety

May I resolve to be humble, real, and truthful

It hurts to be humble, real, and truthful

But not as much as living a lie

Let the worst happen to me when my soul is free

I will have strength to make it through

When I am dishonest even the best circumstances

Will leave me empty

Recalling the Currency

Recalling the Currency

We have forgotten it in this new world

Where trading is in the tangibles


One day our heart swells uncomfortably in our chest

Or tears come embarrassingly out of nowhere

For a song or an image or an undeserved kindness

We, unsure why

May plan a life and

Work hard to cover the discomfort of the something

Tugging from our forgotten past

Yet, always in the end

However painful

We will recall the currency of love and invisible miracles

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In a Former Life, I May Have Been a Stalk of Celery

While chopping vegetables for dinner

I was stunned into silence by the celery

Its green parallel lines and majestic shape

And, then, the perfection of the turkey 

Moved me to tears (or was it the intricacies of the onion?)

After that, I admired the plump cranberries

And, then, the cherries on the cake

Even the totally impressive appearance

Of the salt and sage


I handled every ingredient with tenderness

But had to stop and ask for help

To do the same with those

Who came to eat

(It’s easier to love celery, even if I wasn’t celery in a former life. Vegetables, fruits, animals, and birds are easier to love because they usually don’t challenge my ego.  I guess, if I want to do better in this life, I will have to do better at ego-less living.)

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Existential Angst Relief (Reminder)

Today, I heard myself thinking, “I don’t know what my life is about.” This thought is always accompanied by a sigh and maybe a little depression. But, today, right after the sigh, someone asked me to help them. As I did, my confusion cleared. “Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m here to be kind.”



Emily Dickinson said so.

A Way of Seeing

Today, there will be countless beings 

That I may not see

Unless I recall the pain of being unseen 

On the days I felt a failure in work and in love

Confused and depressed

When life rushed on without me

As I hustled for my worthiness


I may not really see unless I recall that pain 

Alerting me to the weight of being and 

The need to honor without judgement 

With words and kindnesses  

And silent prayers

For the unaware, distracted, troubled, or uncaring


The pain of feeling insignificant is my work today

A reminder that nothing ever matters

As much as caring