i go to put on my shoes
but they are being worn by someone else…
even though you almost fill them,
i am not certain that you understand
that under standing can not come from actually being in my shoes –
.
can a grasshopper, even a really big one, understand metaphor?
Do You?
.
how can any of us fill other’s shoes,
or walk a mile in them?
all i can do is listen to Your stories –
even if i do not always understand the words….
especially in those moments where there are no words….
above me
there is a bridge
filled with comings and goings that i am not privy too….
nevertheless,
i still admire the beauty of it all.
there!
on the gate!
a reminder that all is sacred,
(and to say grace before meals…)
the moon rises over the waves.
soft pink clouds meet the fading blues,
lavender teases the edges of everything
and white lace foam rises up to greet my feet.
Dogs run,
and a pair of birds flies off together.
again.
The eye of the storm passes over
but the small dog
knows
the storm is still swirling around us.
.
She climbs into my Father’s chair,
so tiny
yet,
she finds some comfort there.
as do i.
working in the studio,
lost in my own thoughts,
suddenly,
a thousand tiny pins awaken me –
a loud merowl
reverberates down my spine.
this is no snake of enlightenment! –
perhaps a feral feline of faith?
trustingly,
She purrs her way up to my shoulder and my ear.
i am listening!
.
it is said that the way you talk to children
becomes the voice of their inner child….
and
It is said that one should never speak to oneself
in words or tone
You would not want used to a small child…..
but what about all that pesky back talk!
like a small mountain goat
She climbs the broken cement blocks,
reminding me of another
who foraged for hearts on the rubble of the world.
.
Oh Great Teacher,
as much as i long for recess,
i long for Grace even more.
Oh Wise One,
may we learn the ways of the Heart and may all we help heal the world.
the sky is blue
and vast.
some try to make a moment last, and in trying, lose it in their grasp.
i look at my feet,
bare on the grass, surrounded by so much life,
that i am as overwhelmed as i am when i look up at the vast blue sky.
all is infinite.
Today we went to many places filled with pain and suffering,
perhaps You did too.
yet,
in the chaos of the day,
there were repeated moments of Love and Grace.
as there is everyday, if you look.
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