Small satisfactions –
sun shimmering on Cardinal’s wings,
the tilt of a small wren’s head,
a woodpecker’s steady hammerings,
a blue jay’s jaunty strut –
nothing grand or mindblowing
but enough to fill to overflowing
a welcomed, empty, late afternoon.
JDG
When morning comes, is it the beginning
or the end? Or
are they one
and the
same?
JDG
I’ve started
out on this
winding journey
of self care
more times
than I can count.
I’ve flitted
here,
there
and everywhere
until I
lost interest,
energy,
and hope.
Today I resolve
to take one small, measured step
and then another
until the journey itself
finally becomes the way.
JDG
One slightly faded
daffodil bows in a field
to her spent sisters.
JDG
One person’s excess
is someone else’s normal.
Can we find a way
to have a conversation
that embraces differences?
JDG
After a failure
there is a moment to pause,
to look with clear and
gentle eyes, to assess. to
learn and then to start again.
JDG
When realization comes,
whether in flash or flow,
we can no longer pretend we don’t know.
We must then learn how to keep
what we know alive and let it
be both companion and guide.
JDG
If only the road
from intent to action were
more direct instead
of the circuitous route
it takes going through my head.
JDG
I tried over and over
to park that large, new-to-me car.
I was half way in.
Parking place was too narrow.
Didn’t want to scrape already parked truck.
Tried to move forward.
Tried to move back.
Scared.
Stuck.
Young Latino man stopped.
Told me what to do.
Saw I couldn’t.
Asked, “Want me to park it?”
I nodded. He did.
I said thanks. He grinned.
That immigrant…
He came, he saw, he conquered
my heart.
JDG
A little stillness
lets the muddy waters clear.
We can then begin
to see beneath the stirred up
surface to the depths below.
JDG
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