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Where Your Feet Carry You

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I had been trying to think of an excuse to do a blog on feet and then out of the blue, my friend Angela sent me this quote along with the message, “More inspiration, not that you need it!” What synchronicity was that?  Thanks, Angela, this one is for you.

Upon seeing this post, Forgottenman sent me this message: “In case you’d like to add some feet photos, a few of my favs of yours.”  He’s right. These are my favorite ever photos of feet that I’ve published in blogs in the past:

 

And if you’d like to read my poem about paper shoes, go HERE!

Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

I brandish my brain and confer with the night,
assiduously, wait for new thoughts to bite.
I go fishing for words that will serve as the bait
as what I am thinking I try to relate.

Floating on dreams, I troll their broad sea.
As I fish in them, I’m fishing in me.
Pulling out words from the seas where they ride
bright flashes of light that bring them topside.

Who knows what deep currents wash shores of insight
unless we cast nets to draw them to light?
In our forgotten midnights, their legions are teeming.
We must troll their dark depths for these riches of dreaming.

The lush waters of night invite interruption.
They do not view our hooks as corruption.
We’re their reason for being. They are food for our thought.
We cast lines in their depths that we may be taught.

Prompt words for today are brandish, confer, assiduous and forgotten. Painting by Isidro Xilonzochitl.

In Times of Distress–Some Words Of Advice by Thich Nhat Hanh

Almost everyone I know is on an overload of extreme distress and frustration over the direction our world seems to be taking. In between these almost unbelievable events, we hear news of extreme self-sacrifice and wonderful loving acts, but it is hard to keep them in mind when every week there is a new mass shooting or selfish act of greed as a few of those in power seek to gather all of the world’s resources for themselves while overlooking both the destruction of the environment and the needs of those with less power to gain even a small share of the bounty.

In my estimation, the best words of advice on how to cope with these times have been given by Thich Nhat Hanh.  The crux of what he has to say is contained in this one simple statement which I would like to both start and end with. That simple statement is:

“We need to be aware of the suffering, but retain our clarity, calmness and strength so we can help transform the situation.”

Here are some further thoughts by  Thich Nhat Hanh that if we could keep them in mind and live by them as well, might serve to pull us closer together from the extreme divide we seem to be facing each other over for the past few years. All words in italics are direct quotes by Thich Nhat Hanh.

 “People deal too much with the negative, with what is wrong. Why not try and see positive things, to just touch those things and make them bloom?”

“To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.”

“When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things that are not easy to accept. We practice in this way until we see clearly that our love is not contingent upon the other person being lovable.” (This I find to be the hardest one of all, and therefore the one I need to work hardest on.)

“Our own life has to be our message.” 

 “We have to learn to live our life as a human being deeply. We need to live each breath deeply so that we have peace, joy and freedom as we breathe.”

“Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.”

“If we are not happy, if we are not peaceful, we cannot share peace and happiness with others, even those we love, those who live under the same roof. If we are peaceful, if we are happy, we can smile and blossom like a flower, and everyone in our family, our entire society, will benefit from our peace.”

“The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don’t wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.”

“It is possible to live happily in the here and now. So many conditions of happiness are available—more than enough for you to be happy right now. You don’t have to run into the future in order to get more.”

 “The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.”

“While you are walking, smile and be in the here and now, and you will transform that place into paradise.”

 “Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath.”

And finally, again, his statement that I find to be the most central to our coping at this time:

 “We need to be aware of the suffering, but retain our clarity, calmness and strength so we can help transform the situation.”

 

WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Inspiration

INSPIRATION

DSCF2144Sometimes I’m inspired by places.

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Other times by special faces.

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Stories going on around me.

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Coincidences that confound me.

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But if I see nothing else instead,

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I simply go inside my head.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/inspiration/

Bed Head

Bed Head

First thing in the morning, when I’m fresh from dreams,
this is when the new ideas seem to come in streams.
If I want to capture what is in my head,
It’s better if I do not try to leave my bed.
Luckily, my laptop’s always right near by
and so I pull it over and rest it on my thigh.
And lying on my back with pillows ‘neath my neck,
I pull up to my word bank and write a little check.
Spending all my riches stored up in the night,
I write and write and write and write and write and write and write.

The Prompt: Writing Space—Where do you produce your best writing — at your desk, on your phone, at a noisy café? Tell us how the environment affects your creativity

This is a shorty this morning, so read on for a poem posted in the wee hours last night, when a random sentence Skyped to me by a friend created an immediate pingback, (whatever that is.)

 

Daily Post: The Sowing Room

The Sowing Room

My house is filled with plants and art
and furniture and clothes and heart—
my whole life spread for all to see
what nourishes and comforts me.
Things surround me everywhere
until at times I gasp for air

and go outside to try to find
some emptiness of place and mind.

I was given the gift of another room—
a place as sparse as an empty tomb,
and limited to objects three,
my choice, to take inside with me.
I chose my laptop, desk and chair—
no other objects needed there

for all the rest was in my head:
books that I had heard or read,
flowers, fountains, trees and lawn,
last rays of evening, first of dawn,
cherry pie and chocolate milk,
batiks, manta, linen, silk—
(all my favorite comfy clothes),
memories of friends and foes,
places traveled, lessons learned,
favorite dishes cooked or burned.
For lack of them, I need not pine.
Put to the page, they all are mine.

Their very absence becomes my muse.
If I want them, I have to use
imagination and memory,
then write them down for all to see.
Here poetry can seed and grow
to fill this room, and then can go
out in the world to find its place
so other words can fill its space.

When given the gift of breathing room,
that empty space became a womb.

 The Prompt: An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Fourteen Lunes

Day four’s prompt is to write a lune. The lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. I have written a poem consisting of four stanzas containing two lunes each, plus another six one-stanza lunes.

Fourteen Lunes

I wake exhausted
from walking in your footsteps
through my dream.
Then I wonder:
were we in my dream
or in yours?

Although you say
I visit you in dreams,
I don’t remember.
Perhaps that ghost
of last night’s lovely dream
was really yours?

If I manage
to find a way tonight
into your dreams,
how many others
will I find awaiting you
when I arrive?

Oh, what if
while I visited your dreams,
you visited mine?
What midnight irony,
if you were here while
I was there.

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Loud morning birds
seem to be speaking together
in different languages.

The wild heart
can choose what lives there
on its own.

It is pointless
to try to choose memories.
They choose us.

I keep forgetting
to look here at home
for my happiness.

At the stoplight,
no poem awaited me.
Only when driving.

A best friend
does not really leave you
when you part.