That blue jay calls me away
from reverie and toward
his full-throated song –
a reminder not to lose myself
in thought, but to find myself
in what is right before me.
JDG
That blue jay calls me away
from reverie and toward
his full-throated song –
a reminder not to lose myself
in thought, but to find myself
in what is right before me.
JDG
I wish I could say
exercise has become
a labor of love…
maybe someday.
JDG
There was a time when
the day grew dark and the wind
whipped through the trees, but
that time is not this
time, though the memory comes
slipping in. I won’t
let it coil around me,
hissing its dark tales,
blinding me to today’s light
and softly swaying
trees. Instead, I’ll allow it
to join me right here
as I lift my arms in thanks
for shifting times and weather.
JDG
It’s been thirty days
and I’m still going strong – well,
not exactly strong,
but I’m still going, and for
me that means I’ve really scored.
JDG
In my dream I’m forced
to go on a word diet
which I don’t do without protest.
Upon awakening
I consider what would happen
if I took in only
that which feeds my soul. I know
I wouldn’t dine solely
on saccarine or sugar –
my selection would include
spice and have a little bite,
but if I used soul feeding as my measure,
I’d certainly be more thoughtful
about my choice of words
and how they affect my health.
JDG
It’s surprising the difference
one pound can make.
A friend gifted me with
two pound weights
to replace my one pound
water bottles. I’m sure
it won’t be long before
I’m in better shape, but for now
I offer my friend groans
and a gratitude bow.
JDG
Within the dark soil
of disappointment,
a seed of hope can lie.
May we attend to the soil
while watering the seed
and keep watch for
where the tender care
of soil and seed can lead.
JDG
Belatedly I’ve come to see
my body has a lot to say.
This morning it gave me
the go ahead and so I went –
right on back to my
daily exercise routine.
JDG
Seeing my distress,
she offered me a special
blend her sister taught
her how to make – hot tea and
sympathy, comfort and warmth.
JDG
May receding floods
Carry away this wreckage
Of dividing walls
So we may, at last, rebuild
A home without division