Feet at rest

Me and the cats. We are all praying. The sun has just come out. It's amazing the difference a little sun makes

Feet at rest

On a pillow

No pain for now

Me and the cats

Me and the walker

Me and the hospital bed

Me and what seems a plethora

Of pills

Me and so many people

To pray for

While my feet

Are at rest

On a pillow

Me and the cats

And the walker

And the hospital bed

Even maybe the pills

Praying

All of us

In prayer.

We all

Each of us

Offer our prayers

In different ways.

Mindfulness

Almost a haiku day. Attending a service today for one of the saints. Wearing my collar in his honor. Rest in peace, rise in glory, Bob.

Mindfulness:

It’s all the rage these days but

More often the calm.

Rushing

I am sitting in the church library.  At least five people have rushed around me, working to get more things done in a short amount of time.  It seems I cannot rush these days.  So I write pieces on the advantages of sitting still.  I try to convince myself.  I would still rather rush.  The sun just broke through the clouds.  I saw it.  

Everyone rushes,

It seems,

Except for me.

I have learned the value

Of sitting still

Not because I chose it.

No.

It chose me.

I would still

Rather rush.

Every time

I think of one more thing to do

First I must sit still

So it may rest in the place

Made for it,

One more thing

To be done

Or not.

A quiet day

Today is a day of rest, God willing.

A quiet day.

Classes chosen

To the West.

Flowers on the front table

To remind us,

Life continues.

Sometimes it continues

The way we have planned,

Sometimes

Not.

Visitation

I love the spring migrations.  TruGreen shows up at our door every year offering to kill off all the things which we love about our yard... the dandelions and clover, the patch of some purple weed in back.  We are the neighborhood haven for bees and butterflies and migrating birds.  We are a safe spot for the migrating birds to rest.

The back yard is full

Of white crowned sparrows,

A visitation

Of sparrows.

My beloved says

They winter here

But these must be

From the South,

Migrating through.

We listen for accents

To help us know

Where they are from.

Maybe they have a song

They learned in the South.

We admire this visitation,

Wait and hope

To see the next one.

Rest

Back to my Monday routine.  This time I am writing before I go to the Clinic, so I can post here and list it on Facebook.  The Clinic is a non-Facebook space.  Good discipline, I think.  Today, after a rest, I see the light shining on a snowless landscape, listen to the cat catching his toenails in the rug.

And so

There was time to rest

Amongst snow and sister

And dog.

Now

It is time

To return to the rest      

Of the world.

So I see the light

Through the window

Here.

No snow

No sister

No dog.

I see the light through the window,

Prepare for work.

Listen to my beloved

In the shower.

Here I write

In a different chair.