Just ten minutes more
As the clock keeps beckoning
The demands of life
Tag: postaday
Memories of a fading Seattle
Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness
Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.
Zen’s Essence
This is my challenge
Stare inwards free of judgement
Embrace compassion
A snow calmed Christmas morn
I’m awake early
On this dark Christmas morning
The night calmed by snow
I hope each of you has a blessed and refreshing Christmas.
A #Haiku from the Space Needle
Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness
The Solstice Approaches
Days passing past me
Daylight wanes for a few weeks
Then the axis tilts
Horrible News
Early in the day
Witnessing such suffering
A surreal day
The Amtrak derailment about 60 miles south of me dominated the news, and my awareness yesterday.
A Haiku About Cold Meds
Cold meds bring me gifts
Drowsiness which slows me down
So hard to wake up
A Meditation On Rumi
I adore Rumi. The wisdom within his poetry has long guided me.
Within this small line: the importance of faith. Not necessarily directed toward any particular diety. Simply regarding our community.
Our futures are unknowable until they become our past. Even then meaning slowly gets gleaned.
I live with a dangerous mindset: desiring to understand all the ramifications of a choice before I act. This impossibility risks paralyzing me. Often, it has. Losing opportunity out of fear? That’s sad.
I need to embrace that the way will appear when it needs to, and not a moment before. And that this way is good, it is for the best.
Believe the unknown and uncontrollable are not reasons to hide, to wait, relegating opportunity to vapor.
Inheritance: A Meditation
What is my Inheritance?
The stuff of privilege
Trust funds and disconnect
And a misunderstanding of struggle
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