Classes begin on Monday

Learning new patterns. We are not in charge of the "returning to school process." Me, the cats, or the turtle. The other two are sliding through a longer process than I had anticipated. One is off getting a bike carrier, the other is vacuuming the rug for her dorm room. I am watching.

I thought it might help

To keep them company

So they might leave

Sooner.

No.

This is a repeat

Of vacation preparation.

I declare today

Is day one

Of moving back

To school.

It will happen

As it happens.

I will write

As I write.

The cats

Remain

Cats.

The turtle is active

In his turtle tank.

The plan was to leave

Today.

Classes begin on Monday.

No matter what

Classes begin on Monday.

Vacation plus planning

The point of vacations is not to accomplish everything planned.

It must be working:

This vacation thing.

I have lost track

Of the week

Entirely.

Even the planner

Among us:

She who must be listened to

Is still asleep

And not planning

At all.

We leave tomorrow.

We will wind our way back home

With our vacation brains.

We have not done everything

The planner

Has planned.

I guess we may

Have to return.

Connections

I am sitting here under the soft blue blanket.  I consider what connections I may make today, knowing full well there will be many unplanned encounters.  Today has already brought delightful conversations with the phlebotomist, the pharmacist, a barista, and even the cat.  I consider what connections I may plan today, never knowing exactly what the outcome will be.  It remains to be experienced... all of it.

It’s all about connections:

The ones we choose to make;

The ones that catch us unawares;

The ones that trip us up

In front of Starbucks;

The ones that wait

For the dead of night

Only to come to light

In the soft silver gray

Of dawn.

Connections that grow

With sunlight,

Grow when watered;

Connections

With no known meaning

In this time and place,

Only to offer their possibility

So much later.

And sometimes

Never at all.

Juxtaposition

I continue to wonder at the way God works to place the exact right people in my path.  I would never have been able to plan it this way.  In fact, I had no idea these were the people I needed to see.

Another day

Experience aligns

To place the exact right people

In my path

Oh good

Says one

I wondered where you were

Says another

Oh there you are

Says yet one more.

A new client appears

At the wrong door,

Is retrieved by the person

Running an errand

Downstairs.

I often wonder

How these things work.

This is yet another day

Experience aligns,

Places the exact right people

In my path.

Oh there you are

I say

There you are.