After the fog clears
it is easy to see what
was there all along.
JDG
After the fog clears
it is easy to see what
was there all along.
JDG
Some trees raise their limbs
in fiery protest. Who
could possibly call
them mute when, after all, they
gave their blazing best to Fall?
JDG
We can enjoy this
year’s muted autumn color
or we can compare
it to the blaze of former
years and sadly find it wanting.
JDG
After a slow start
and in a more muted way
trees began to sing
a halting hallelujah
to a season much delayed.
JDG
While meditating
today, I learned I don’t have
to scratch every itch.
JDG
Not crazy about
PC? Why not try CD –
common decency?
JDG
(with thanks to Jonathan for introducing me to the expression, CD)
Peace is not just a matter
of calling a truce,
but it can begin there.
The real work starts
when fighting stops
and listening begins.
JDG
Sitting in traffic alone beneath autumn trees,
feeling resentful,
spinning stories,
thinking about her.
Under the resentment,
a tangle of judgement roiled.
I sat, wanting the light to change
when suddenly, somehow –
an untangling –
and she was separate
from my judging mind.
The wind shifted.
The light changed.
The autumn trees showered me with gold.
JDG
When darkness covers the land, we must choose
whether to hide
or to be
shining
stars.
JDG
For now we’ll have to
drive a while in the wrong
direction, but stay
alert – there will be chances
ahead for course corrections.
JDG