Ice heart crystallized ~
Melted when the sun of hope
Parts clouds of despair
Ice heart crystallized ~
Frozen winter souls
A warm thaw of hope
Melts the core ~
“Just as there is no small hello, there is no small goodbye. Every goodbye holds the seed of a new and fruitful greeting….A goodbye is a meaningful and vital ritual.” – Donald Altman, Author of “one minute mindfulness”
As I prepare to say goodbye to 2013 in a couple of days, I mourn the passing of another year, but celebrate the *verity that I get a brand new one to try on. Every year is a roller coaster ride—sometimes the downs give the ups a run for their money—but that just tests our **mettle I guess. Sometimes my mettle is steadfast, sometimes it bends, and sometimes it breaks. I am looking forward to a little less mettle testing in 2014.
Read my horoscope today in the National Post and apparently I am going to be a force to contend with except in March, April and May of 2014—so watch out world. I am not a big believer in horoscopes, but neither do I ignore them. I read the horoscopes for myself and my husband and sons, and there were some pretty big coincidences in them that make me wonder if there is something to it. I never discount the magical or the mystical.
So, as I say goodbye to 2013, I remember the good moments, the lovely times, the surprises, as well as the challenges and losses. Some of challenges will follow me into 2014—I cannot just close the book on them, but a new year presents new hope and it is that hope that will sustain me.
What are you glad to be leaving behind, what do you remember fondly, and what are you looking forward to in 2014?
*truth, fact, reality
**strength of spirit
Hope is the Seed of Faith
Faith is the Seed of Drive
Drive is the Seed of Seek
Seek is the Seed of Knowledge
Knowledge is the Seed of Awareness
Awareness is the Seed of Power
Power is the Seed of Choice
Choice is the Seed of Abundance
Abundance is the Seed of Dream
Dream is the Seed of Happiness
Happiness is the Seed of Pleasure
Pleasure is the Seed of Desire
Desire is the Seed of Destiny
An awakening ~
Mindfulness and clarity
Hope springs eternal
Michelle’s prompt: When you’re giddy with excitement, does time speed up? Slow down? Tell us about the experience of anticipation.
Carly Simon’s response:
Is making me late
Is keeping me waiting
I agree with her totally. Anticipation: hope + expectation.
There is a good side and bad side to anticipation. Which side are you on?
Hope springs eternal
Except when it doesn’t
And bounces out of view
A new day, a new dawn
Time pristine lies before me
Change in perspective.
Does the idea of something sometimes surpass the experience? For instance, the smell of freshly brewed coffee is playing with my senses right now. I love the essence of coffee, the beautiful silky appearance of the black liquid. The lovely way it softly splashes into my cup. But the taste–the bitterness without the sugar is not welcome on my palate.
Life is like that sometimes. The hopes and possibilities seem limitless. But sometimes we cannot break down the barriers that are barring us from living out the possibilities, from reaching our dreams, from realizing our hopes.
As I do with coffee, by adding a bit of sugar, to life I say bring it on—I will just have to find a way to sweeten the sorrows; deal with the burdens; grieve the losses—all the while hanging on to the expectation that “this too will pass” and the knowledge that potential will be realized turning possibility into reality.
If you think this sounds like a pep talk to myself—it is. And if it happens to help you out too, then the room I take up on this place we call earth is not wasted.
Bliss is making reality like coffee more palatable by sweetening the pot. What do you think?
“Just because you haven’t seen something—doesn’t mean it’s not there.” ~ Narrator from movie “Epic”
One would think I would not go near the genre of poetry after last month’s demand of one a day, but this “poem” is one I wrote a few years ago and it reflects the fact that I want to live a more fanciful and magical life.
I am a believer, I have faith, and I have hope, but none of these things come easily—hence the poem. I think by now you recognize me as a prose poet rather than one who follows rules, or writes pretty verse (though I would like to make that rise).
Here is the preamble I wrote to the poem “Too Normal”. Note to readers: you will not recognize this type of poetry. It is from the school of fractured thoughts, lack of discipline, metreless cadence, and incandescent whimsy:
are planted solidly on the ground
mired in the mud of
my own disbelief
will not accept
what it cannot explain ~
and it cannot explain a lot
I say I am open to the
spirits, the muses
and the hobgoblins
But I am only of this physical world
Aware of what I can see,
feel, smell, hear
Blind to anything I cannot see
Oblivious to everything but the obvious
I still have hope
that something will sway me
Make me believe
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I want to believe
there is something
Bliss is being sure of what you believe—I have not achieved this totally yet—have you?