three people.
three different ways
to play
the same game.
hurry, be patient, worry.
who wins?
Dec19
Tag Archives: calm
May31
ah, sunday –
and i’m in my happy place.
—
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Apr11
you can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you. – joseph b. wirthlin
sirens blaring
phone blowing up
with alarms
take cover
take cover
tv buzzing
if you can
see this
or
hear this
take cover
take cover
so
i went to
my bathtub
safest spot in my cottage
and
rode out
the storm
relaxing
and
blogging
and
reading
and
listening
to music
and
my daughter
texted me
to say
‘that’s exactly how you’d like to go, isn’t it?’
and
i had to agree
and
i kept
my laptop
and
my head
above water
and
all the while
something like this
was going on outside
but inside
all was calm
—
if you want to see the sunshine,
you have to weather the storm.
– frank lane
—
image credits: google images
Oct15
rain.
Sep9
“life itself is the best (and the only) timekeeper.” ― rasheed ogunlaru
as i head into
day 5
still
off the
power grid
the pace of life
has
slowed
days
spent
walking
writing
reading
thinking
bathing by candlelight
catching up with friends
in the coffee shop
on the street
with
neighbors
there is a natural rhythm to it all
waking with the return of the light
sleeping when the dark returns once more
it’s a peaceful and quiet existence
*
until
monday comes
and
i have to
wake up
in the pitch black
to go to school
there’s an art
to applying
makeup
by
flashlight
and
with
only
two hands
luckily
my loyal
carpool partner
has
promised
to alert me
if
my clothes are on backwards
or
anything looks dramatically amiss
and
i find
that
while
i
look
forward to the light
i
am
enjoying the calm
of the dark
—
wisely, and slow. they stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare
—
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Jan3
and on the third day, she rested.
with the first blizzard of 2014 still ongoing, and crazy outdoor games behind me, 12-18 inches of snow on the ground, and temps with a high of 2f, it is a day to sink down into the cottage, away from the outside world, the cold, the snow, the people, the noise, the light.
today is all about books and music and movies and cup of my chernoblyl blend coffee and time spent creating art and writing and napping and a warm bath, and soft pajamas and softer blankets – calm, warm, peaceful, quiet, cozy, comfort. and i will embrace every slow minute of it.
Be he a king or a peasant, he is happiest who finds peace at home. –Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Aug16
that was zen, this is now.
as i headed out to plant flowers in my little secret zen garden, tucked away behind the cottage where i live, i noticed that something was different. here, in my quiet sanctuary, the place where i can put my feet up, read a good book, listen to music, light a candle, stare into space, share a quiet conversation, and enjoy a lovely glass of wine – something was missing.
just a couple of weeks ago, after my return from the southern hemisphere, i had put up a simple string of buddhist flags. the flags are not valuable, nor are they rare, they are simply to remind one of the simplicity of life, to be grateful, to offer hope, and to remain there until they unravel and wither away, once again returning back into the universe. symbolism does not get much more low key or simple than this.
it was at this moment, i realized that someone had stolen the flags from weathered fence, right in the midst of my tiny refuge. while it may have been the mischief-making squirrels and other woodland creatures that share the space with me, who were behind this caper, i highly doubted it, as they do not have the best fine motor skills, nor thumbs. as for the wind, or other act of nature, the flags would have fallen within the confines of my fence, or there would have been some remnant of them, had they had a violent run-in with mother nature, which i deduced after surveying the surrounding area, using my c.s.i. skills.
this left one explanation. a human had come into my special place to heist the flags. i found this to be hilariously ironic and i had a good laugh standing there thinking about it. karma is a bitch, i thought. you must have needed them more than i did for some reason only known to yourself. probably someone who ascribed to the buddhist approach to life would find a conflict with the very act of stealing, but perhaps they still had a bit more evolving to do. later, i walked back downtown to the himilayan store, to purchase another string of flags to replace them, hoping these ones would remain just a bit longer this time.
the scene of the crime, sans the flags
———————-
here are 3 wisemen, whom i admire, each with their own take on the situation:
Nothing is permanent. ~ dalai lama
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. – william shakespeare
Perhaps you should look at it differently. you have given a gift to the universe. -himilayan sherpa guy who owns the store
I didn't have my glasses on.... 