Bits and pieces of blue dot the

roadside, joining

white and golden

hues. It appears

Chicken Little was right after

all. The sky has

fallen. Fragments

of clouds and sun

and pure blue space lie scattered and

renamed dandelion,

bachelor’s buttons

and Queen Anne’s Lace

                                                                        JDG

“I’m an elephant among cranes,”

I thought as I

unsteadily

lifted one foot

and balanced meditatively

on the other

in my practice

group this morning.

The image brought a smile and

a greater ease.

Light acceptance

rebalanced me.

                                                               JDG

To be or not to be is not

the question I

need most to ask.

I’ve answered that,

and now I’m left to ponder, as

I go about

my day: “What am

I saying yes

to at this very moment?” What

do my actions,

my thoughts, my words

say I affirm?

                                                                                                                                                                                JDG  ( With thanks to Charles Eisenstein, author of The Yoga of Eating )

He wasn’t being invited

to chase rainbows.

He was just asked

to pause and view

the multicolored arch outside

our office door.

Banking business

was on his mind

as he grinned, glanced, and hurried on

in search of rainbows

of a very

different kind.

                                                              JDG

You seemed quite an ordinary

bird as you pecked

along the ground.

Average sized

and nondescript, you blended in.

I would have passed

on by, taking

little note, but

suddenly you unfurled yourself

and flew, white striped

wings glistening

in evening sun.

                                                           JDG

As the mist on the pond slowly

shifts and the blue

sky of early

morning eases

into softer shades, I long to

shift too. The pond

and sky have no

places to go,

no hurried sense of urgency.

They simply are

and so I want

to learn to be.

                                                     JDG

In the early morning quiet,

before day shakes

itself awake,

a single bird

begins to sing and a lone squirrel

leaps. Waking up

is done alone

though others may

nudge us out of sleep and into

community

with all who share

this sacred space.

                                                          JDG

In a field not far from here, rags

and riches live.

Next to Queen Anne’s

Lace, Ragweed takes

its natural place. Through this wild

flowering, bees,

birds and other

monarchs weave, while,

not far below, moles and rabbits

build their homes as

 breezes whisper

summer’s sweet songs.

                                                             JDG

I started down a path today

that would take me

to a place I

didn’t want to

go. It’s a well-worn path that does

not wear well, a

path beset with

pain. Yet, by will

and grace, I reversed my course.  And,

as the poet

said, that made all

the difference.

                                                               JDG

Worry came to call this morning.

She arrived at

three and flounced and

pounced, huffed and stewed,

running through her usual list

of what-ifs and

then-whats, yeah-buts

and even-sos.

Still, I was strangely overcome

with gratitude

to be alive

to welcome her.

                                                      JDG