Posted in Uncategorized, tagged body, life, miracle, poem, poetry, pregnancy, what is living this life on November 12, 2019| 2 Comments »
When pregnant, it was clear
I was along for the ride with a miracle.
Sure, I could eat organic broccoli,
walk and eschew caffeine,
but that was just taking care
of the vessel. Life itself
was doing the real work.
Imagine my surprise today
to realize I’m still along for the ride.
How did I ever kid myself
that I was in charge?
And oh, the bliss today
to notice anew these hands,
these eyes, these feet!
What joy to see them again
as the miracle they are,
to offer them in service to life.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged fool, poem, poetry, what is living this life on September 8, 2017| Leave a Comment »
The fool, with all his other faults, has this also, he is always getting ready to live.
—Epicurus
Then let me be the other kind of fool,
the fool who lives too much,
the fool who jumps in
before the water is in the pool
and ends up running instead
of treading water,
the fool who loves wholly before
she is certain that her heart will not break.
Let me be the fool who wakes
at 5:30 to start the day in the generous dark
and goes to sleep after midnight
so as to play with all the shades of the day.
Let other fools be the infinite planners,
the perfection engineers, and let me
be the fool who leaves the house
in such enthusiasm to play
that I leave behind the things I think I need.
It is foolish, perhaps, to wish
to be a fool. Yes, just be. Just be.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awareness, freedom, noticing, poem, red riding hood, what is living this life on February 7, 2012| 1 Comment »
It was no wolf
in grandma’s kerchief
that tricked me,
but I thought
it was I who opened
every door, thinking
I knew what was
behind it. Now
I watch as doors
I never knew were there
open themselves,
come unhinged,
fall off.