So…this business of allowing,
of trying not to control,
of letting things somehow
naturally unfold
requires a level of training
that is arduous and bold.
It’s a grand undoing
of all I’ve learned to do
and is a recalibration at age 72.
JDG
Sweet Illusion
Early morning sun
lends a sheen of golden green
to winter’s bare-limbed trees –
an illusion of Spring,
but welcome all the same.
JDG
Unraveling
“This solitary work we cannot do alone.”
Ira Progoff’s words
never rang more true than they did today
when my fellow dreamers
helped unravel
the tangled yarn of
last night’s dream
and left me free to knit it into daily life.
JDG
(Dedicated with gratitude to our Wednesday Morning Dream Group which has met for almost twenty years)
A True Embrace
Watching the snow fall,
whiting out imperfection
and bringing beauty
to a harsh landscape, I find
myself wishing snow
could work its magic on my
imperfections too,
but I know that would be no
more than a lovely
cover-up. Instead, I must
continue a slow
uncovering until I
can embrace imperfect ground.
JDG
On Hold
I’ve spent so many hours
on hold I’m in need
of some serious holding.
I can only hope that representative
who is helping other customers
can finally help me.
JDG
Ah, Those Stories
Stories spun and spent
slide in one ear and…shh…soon
slide out the other.
JDG
When and If
When mind wanders and words flee, what remains
is an empty
page waiting
to be
filled.
If
the mind
settles and
the words return
the pen might get a chance to leave its mark.
JDG
Laying Claim
If you feed them, they
will come and come they surely
did. Clustered around
the bird feeder were those with
fur, not feathers. But
the jays soon made it clear those
with fur weren’t welcome
here. When those interlopers
fled, those sassy jays
claimed it all – land, sky, branches,
trees, bird feeders full of seed.
JDG
When Two Fogs Meet
A morning drive made
much harder when two fogs meet –
one inside my head,
still another casting gray
on the winding road ahead
JDG
Winter Lace
The black lace of bare-limbed trees
against an evening sky –
a silent reminder
of the delicate strength
of the winter ones among us
JDG
