Our young cat has mastered the fine art of

the mournful cry

when something’s

not right

in

her

small world.

I think I’ll

give it a try –

At the very least, I’ll get some relief.

                                                                      JDG

That tree outside my window lost a branch

before the wind

gained any

sway. Was

this 

a 

way of

offering

up a part of

itself to honor nature’s larger whole?

                                                                                           JDG

Tonight I rejoice in the evening sun.

I don’t know what

tomorrow 

will bring,

but

for

now, I’ll

celebrate

what is right here –

rolling green pastures lit with shining sun.

                                                                                          JDG

I’ve considered the lilies of the field.

I want to grow

more like them

and not

spin

tales

that make

me anxious.

 I suspect I’ll

have to toil in a way lilies don’t.

                                                                              JDG

Making a big to-do over having

too much to do

doesn’t help

me get

things

done;

instead

 I come more

undone. I sigh

and slowly let the sunrise steady me.

                                                                                      JDG

Sometimes anxiety seizes and shakes,

turns us into

a frothing,

foaming

mess.

If

we pause,

let ourselves

witness and wait,

a slow settling could leave us more clear..

                                                                                         JDG

Creeping Kudzu of the mind – fear, worry,

blame – chokes out old

growth, smothers

new, slides

from

mind

to mind,

leaving no

room for the green

of love, acceptance, or wisdom to grow.

                                                                                           JDG

As much as I admire your plucky

insistence that

 wherever

you land

you’ll

put

down roots

and bloom, I

 really think you’ll

feel more at home in the pasture next door.

                                                                                         JDG

                                                                                                                                                            photograph by anandasandra from pixabay

When cleverness pulls us toward unkindness

let’s privately

acknowledge

the wit,

then

shift

to that

within us

which enjoys the

tenderness of connection more than wit.

                                                                                                   JDG