Recalling the Currency

Recalling the Currency

We have forgotten it in this new world

Where trading is in the tangibles

Then

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

Related image

 

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.)

Image result for handing life with gentleness

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.”

accomplishments

Dickinson

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 

Bad Summer? Bad Year?

This was a good reminder for me. I thought it might be worth a repost.

Two-Minute Tune-Up

Sometimes we describe our life this way because of unexpected pain, sadness, or disappointment, while the Universe waits humbly in the shadows with multitudes of gifts for us…again and again, day after day.

tumblr_mxcabdOvBz1sb9y83o1_1280

Whatever it takes. Find gratitude.

Play not the victim

In your own play

You’ll write the story

By the lines you’ll say

View original post

The Commitment Factor

Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity.
Be fair in judgment and guarded in your speech.
Be a lamp to those who walk in darkness and a home to the stranger.
Be eyes to the blind and a guiding light to the feet of the erring.
Be a breath of life to the body of humankind,
A dew to the soil of the human heart and a fruit upon the tree of humility

To make these words more than a beautiful sentiment, I say it as a personal commitment:

I am generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity. I am fair in judgment and guarded in my speech…I am a breath of life to the body of humankind, a dew to the soil of the human heart and a fruit upon the tree of humility.

Take the Word of an Overcomer

When life confuses or defeats me

I can listen to dark voices  

Of anger and despair

Or to the voices that call  

Out of the darkest places

From history

Or from the other side

Of tragedy

Voices that still sing 

A chorus of power

With shining eyes

Heads held high, defying

The worst that life can bring

A voice of triumph

Singing, yes! singing

In mysterious harmony

With my future 

our future selves

Listen carefully.

How to Instantly Improve Communications

A disgruntled employee told me she could write a book about the dysfunctional communication in her company. After finally accepting some of the responsibility for the dysfunction, she is now sending me copies of praise emails she is sending and receiving from her team. The latest ended with this exclamation:

“…tears of joy! How can you not feel positive when you’re making other people feel good?! Thanks for having such a positive impact on my life – work and personal.”

 

There is only one big obstacle (ourselves)

Separating us from this joy (ourselves)

But, when scaled

Leaves us with more

Than we ever

Dared to dream

Image result for the power of thanks

Image result for the power of thanks

The fast train to better, sweeter, and richer communication…

If Trees Are Just Trees (Repost from 2013)

(Thank you to whoever clicked on this past post and reminded me of my homage to trees. It made me stop and look again.)

I hope you will too.

If trees are just trees to you
And not jaw-dropping edifices that rose out of dirt
(The freakin’ dirt!)
As inconspicuous as grass
Somehow spared by mower, herbivore, and weather
If they are not high-performance landscape
Original works of art
Treasured shade and succor for myriad versions of life
Housing super-highways of nutrients
Commanding leaves of every color in the spectrum
Blossoms, both dainty and strong
Geometrically modern and traditional
Nuts, cones, burrs, berries, fruit, and flower
All manner of inventive offspring
(Oh! And don’t forget the bark!)
Then
You won’t get it when I say
You are born of magic and have power beyond your wildest imagination.

IZ Background Joy

After posting my “three joys” yesterday, my friend and reader, Betsy reminded me of the best “Hawaiian” music of all time. I included the link (under the pic) of IZ’s “Over the Rainbow” with the video of the celebration after his death. I thought you might want to join the 319 million plus who have watched this YouTube video and just see if it could be one of your “three joys.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I

Mahalo.