A Mindful Life

Unity, not uniformity, must be our aim. We attain unity only through variety. Differences must be integrated, not annihilated, nor absorbed. –M.P. Follett

On Monday I wrote another poem inspired by an exercise. You can read it here.

Saturday wakes to the scent of burnt toast wafting through rattling Venetian-blind palms as the gonging mission bell cuts my sleep-hazed mind, and I cross Mercy Street watching blacktop roses bowing to the gentle breeze. I walk with lopsided longing toward the kazoo hum of the Farmer’s Market, where a blind troubadour sporting tattoos on [...]

Sometimes I forget that not everybody reads and that people are astonished to find stories that will break and mend their hearts. –Bookish

Leadership in a democratic society requires a willingness and ability to challenge and change public opinion when it is based on misinformation, no information, prejudice or stupidity. –Robert J. Samuelson

A tree is a guardian angel. Trees talk to us, they whisper stories and secrets, slip us clues to universal mysteries. Do you see the forest, or the trees? Sap murmurs up the trunk in spring. Listen. The apple falls (not far from the tree), its crisp honey tang for the taking. Notice how the [...]

After supper I make amends to my body, taking it for a walk – four miles marched, punctuated by the blat-blat-blat of a Harley, the Doppler whoosh of small metal worlds on wheels I am bathed in a sodium yellow streetlight buzzing industrially like nothing heard in nature this din of light pierced by the [...]

I haven’t really done that. Laurel turned me on to a poetry exercise, and I dove in. It provided immense pleasure in the writing. And of course I had to create a venue for it! As with knitting blather, I don’t want to bore my readers here with poetry (because obviously not everyone enjoys or [...]

I heft the white onion in my right hand; the sunlight slanting through the window caresses it, brings a glow to this smooth moon. In my left hand I grasp a knife, blade glinting; as homage to mother Kali, I split the globe. Peeling off the outer layer, a husk of secrets; vulnerable, the cloven [...]

I think I need a break. I’m not feeling very creative or inspired, or inspiring for that matter. Perhaps this should be a non-computer weekend. See ya! [via Pages Turned]