How do people live
the unexamined life?
Why is it so hard
to learn from our mistakes?
To see them as lessons
How do people live
the unexamined life?
Why is it so hard
to learn from our mistakes?
To see them as lessons
or, Things Learned Walking 5 Miles on the Solstice
East to West, Roundabout
The distance traveled by
a roadkill raccoon’s liver
is twice that
First day cycling since fall.
Why not sooner?
Come home to nap
on the deck
Knowing a person
is not the same as
knowing a person.
I was very aware before meditating of being in a very scattered, very headspace energy. I have just started a new relationship (not entirely sure it qualifies as a relationship yet, simply a new friendship?) and when this happens in my life, my thoughts always pull me out of the energy of the moment
Why should this be difficult?
Lyrical linkage of worldly words
into phrases and pages
Seems my family and friends are having great difficulty talking to me since my hubby’s death five and a half months ago. In that time, exactly a dozen people (excluding my teaching colleagues, whom I see daily) have been in touch with me the person, not me the widow.
No dress to press
No boots to scoot
No lipstick swiped in a rush
Wake at six, nap at nine, second date and three miles from eleven to one
Life has been reduced to numbers.
Connecting the dots correctly
From the time you stop counting the minutes between your spouse’s last breaths of earthly oxygen (I stopped at 7 minutes and 23 seconds before I called my dad to my husband’s hospice bed in the dining room to help me count), shit gets real…real fast.