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Spring Visitors

Blossoms of the
creeping phlox, columbine, weigela, and peony 
have come with their kiss of pinks
and are slowly fading

once again
under-staying their welcome.

 

The Wonderful Silence

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someo…

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Surprise Pleasure

Two summers ago I helped my mom with her garden, lifting the heavy potting soil bag, fetching trowels, gloves, and weed bags, digging holes...it was okay, I didn't mind helping. Loved being outside, of course.

Last summer, my mom's back and hip being worse, I did a lot more. The usual going for …

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Close Encounters

everyday
for the past two weeks

as I walk by the tree-lined marshy area
where a frog choir often practices
where grasses, crown vetch, yarrow, and 
other wildflowers flourish

a redwing blackbird swoops down
and circles above me several times
three to four feet above my upturned face

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Peeling Paint

Sometimes, when the mind is quiet, a sense of utter perfection arises...

the way the cat's fur curves with its body,
the empty breakfast bowl laced with crumbs,
peeling paint on the porch's outer floorboards,
diving swallows,
young golfers chopping their way down the fairway -
hitting their…

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Just Beyond Stillness

I've been developing a deeper appreciation of contentment,

that barely blissful amalgam of awareness, appreciation, and acceptance gently simmering just beyond stillness

where perfection is known but has nothing to do with circumstance, where peace intersects with the pleasure of being,

whe…

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Green Buzz

After letting thoughts fall away,
the resplendent green of the leaves and grasses 
exude love, felt in every cell of the body.   

Not the basic self-love of survival,
or of the tribal fire.

Not the burn of erotic passions, or desire,
and not the love - wonderful  as it might be -…

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Much As A Gift

When the mind is quiet thoughts may come to you, much as a gift:

This mostly sunny May day
The landscape is halfway to its fullness

Like a young woman with chest bumps
Or a young man with the beginnings of a beard

Burgeoning, but still fresh

Briefly innocent of summer's heat and
July…

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Practical Psylence

Sometimes when out walking, I let my thoughts fall to the Earth and rest there. This gives my overheated neurons and stress hormones a break while I enjoy an intimate connection with everything around me. Emotions settle, perception clears, as my perspective temporarily dissipates in a sense of onen…

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Psylent Reverie

Psylence, or quieting the mind, does not necessarily mean meditative moments of no thought - though those moments are quite blissful.

Psylence can be listening intently to what someone is saying, instead of thinking about how to respond. It could mean choosing to listen without responding at all.…

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A Hawk's Cry

I weave in and out of the trees or
circle about them
creating a snowshoe pattern
much like the loop-de-looping path of a fly

sometimes laughing for no reason
sometimes stopping to exchange being-ness with a tree
sometimes enjoying the shooshing of my shoes
a hawk's cry, the cold air on my f…

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Honk, Honk

It's been awhile since I last posted. Though enjoying the many simple pleasures of daily life, I have felt world weary and reluctant to add one more voice, even a well intentioned one, to the online conversation.

Yet, here I am once again - with my cat curled on my lap, acting as my mews - tappi…

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Late Fall's Gift

A few scarlet and yellow leaves cling to their branches, fluttering embers of fall's cool fire. The countryside has faded to its late autumn brown and tan jacket, and when collared by grey skies it makes plain the tranquility of a quiet mind. As our penchant for color and bright beauty finds rest, t…

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Simplicity of Light

On my walks there is often one thing in particular that tugs at my attention. Last Monday, the vibrant green of the golf course's grass was begging to be breathed in. On a couple afternoons, scattered bushes of small white daisies were a particular joy. Saturday. it was the clarity of the October li…

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Brown, Black, and Fuzzy

The past several weeks, while out on my almost daily walk, I have been rescuing fuzzy black and brown striped caterpillars.

I noticed the intrepid crawlers that wandered onto the asphalt road, if they didn't get run over, died from the heat of sun-baked asphalt. So, when spying one micro-stepping…

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Beginnings

Someone recently asked me how and when I started practicing mindfulness. It was long before I'd ever heard of it.

My appreciation of a quiet mind began decades ago when first reading The Power of Positive Thinking by Dr. Norman Vincent Peale. The book helped me eliminate what I called my "garbag…

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Not About Me Times Three

Spending time in silence teaches you that thinking is unnecessary, most of the time, and that life goes on when you cease weaving everything that happens into your personal story. Like yesterday - a day of interesting circumstances.

First, a battery operated clock that ran out of juice a week…

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More Typically . . .

A quiet mind is not an escape from the fortunes of life. In silence, joy or transcendent tranquility can arise, we might rub elbows with intelligence, or get an inkling of who we are. More typically, psylence allows for an awareness of ordinariness, and any physical and emotional sensations occurrin…

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Spacing Out on the Patio

Psylence, or a quiet mind, is not just the absence of sound, it is space—the space between our thoughts.

There is space between the night sky's stars,  between the forest's abundance of trees, and the leaves or needles of each tree. If we allow it, there is space between the events of a day, a…

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Sitting Together

This morning...

I sent my fears into the universe to be transformed into strength.
A lion came to sit with me.

I sent inadequacies into the universe to be transformed into beauty.
A bluebird flew in and perched by me.

I sent my my failure into the universe to be made useful.
A peac…

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