As noise, bustle stills
I consider how to serve
Howard Thurman guides
Category: angel
Haiku Horizons -Cover
Sheltered by good friends
Parsing out prior events
cover her with love
For Kim
Being here is great
all is shared in gratitude
happy sounds and sights
Interiors
Cannot really know
troubles, pain anguish, dis-ease
in another’s soul
Hearing
Actively engaged
Spiritual director
listens intently
Accompanying
Hanging on my wall
Everyday reminding me
I am not alone
Little Meels
Early morning birth
china doll perfection girl
Adored by us all
Whoosh!
You have grown and changed
newborn, baby toddling now
happy, healthy boy!
Graveyard
Cemeteries hold
kept secrets, hidden treasure
angels watch over
Compassion and Running
Love to walk, do not like running. My body rebels and yet I push it to like running. Why? Something else to master? What happens if I don’t? Nothing. Or maybe I will think I’ve not succeeded at something? Oh well, it happens every day. When will I be happy with me? This is not a pity/poor me thing. Rather it is a recognition of my need to drive myself to succeed at things. When will I be content? Where does the restlessness come from? When will being me be enough? All these questions. Answers changing all the time. Working on self-acceptance. Many have written on this and I have nothing particularly new to add. It is a process and like my thoughts, the process varies day to day. In yoga teacher training we were taught various meditations. In studying I’ve read several variations of this one.
May you and I be healthy.
May you and I be safe.
May you and I be happy.
May you and I live with ease.
These are things that I wish and pray for for my family and friends. These are the things that I wish for all people. These are the things that matter. I will work on running. I will wonder why I do this. I will mostly love walking. I will practice the walking meditation I learned years ago and walk with the Buddhist Bodhisattva of compassion. Kwan Yin.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guanyin
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