
the ritual washing
gentle
private
that we humans rush thru,
embarrassed to care for our sacred bodies in a holy way,
the cat does slowly
in public yoga,
for all to see.
baptize yourself daily.

the ritual washing
gentle
private
that we humans rush thru,
embarrassed to care for our sacred bodies in a holy way,
the cat does slowly
in public yoga,
for all to see.
baptize yourself daily.

i heard the sound of paws hitting the counter top…
and the snuffling laps that followed.
Shit, i thought, i forgot to put the pan in the sink – too hurried to wash it right away…
.
all dog training is built on successes, and he is very successful at counter surfing!
BARK! came the cry of the small dog, whose paws would never reach that high –
CLATTER! the poodle deftly hit the pan on the handle, flinging it to the floor –
where both could partake of the grease and glory.
.
Bad dog? nah, Good Dog!
and i got a lesson in equality.
it doesn’t always look like you think…

Everyone needs a sabbath,
No matter what they may look like.
How do you remember the sabbath?

The scent of cinnamon fills the air,
The nose appears from out of now where,
But these cookies are not to be eaten…
Made with applesauce and glue,
These cookies are not good for you.
But, said the nose with the wagging tail,
You are the one
Who trained me
to find the cinnamon!
Silly me, in my crafting hat,
I had forgotten all about that!
Here have a cookie, a treat and a biscuit .
And thanks for the reminder to listen.

do not be mad at Me,
I can not stop the rain!
Try being happy for the frogs instead.

(Preparing for a royal visit – chests were emptied,
mattress pads and quilts were washed, mended and stacked.)
No princess and the pea was She –
She was a Queen.
and slept soundly.

suddenly
three crows flew across the blue
in a straight line – like an arrow
or a crow-
which of course, the were.
What urgency is this?
What compels you forward?

Who is it that tells You otherwise? Who has stolen Your trust?
Watch me. Listen. Learn.
You are safe.
Learn to trust again.

Across the street the rejected roosters strut,
all together on the grass
none of them fighting.
all getting along without violence.
see peace is possible.
perhaps it is us who have forgotten to see it.

I was at a loss for words,
The world around me was all scrabbled…

I was aggrieved,
And yowled….

And the moon rose full of promise.