Monday, December 29, 2014

Lullaby (a poem)

The sky falls
   on everyone eventually.
Bird lands between cat's teeth,
   and there is nothing for it.
Wings lacking tenacity
   and life flight urgency.

But what is our excuse?
We who war over the nature
of right thinking and sanity,
or insanity, and how it moves
through shadows and sticks like a web...

Sleep--the elusive mistress we crave
over all percussive instruments.

Eventually this mortal coil must shift to pause--
Its tune-ups are more persistent,
prevalent as daily mail.

Send me a better letter.
Return this pale elemental
envelope filled with unrechargable
batteries and miscellaneous bric-a-brac.

Ship me a Ginsu to cut
through an old macabre melody
stuck in a worn vinyl groove.

And don't forget the warranty,
   the extension, the last chance
donation to a First World disaster,
   First Class.

Birthday Reboot

I have decided, today on my birthday, to begin writing here again on a regular basis, under the patronage of Catholic writer and mystic, Julian of Norwich. Every month Organic Mothering is visited a few hundred times, which is a modest number but still significant, especially since I haven't written anything new in several months. I started another blog, and it has been well received, but it isn't the same. Something resonates with people in this blog. Maybe it's the title, or the popularity of certain subjects, or there is a mysterious inspiration at work.

I read over my old posts sometimes, and I am reminded of wisdom I have gathered that I sometimes forget. This helps me to "pull focus" and get back on track if I have been distracted by fear, doubt, worry, or any number of things that compete for my attention. I center once more on what is important. So this is my gift to myself today, to breathe out my life onto these electronic pages.

The sun is shining, for which I am so grateful! It is these little things that we must rely upon to bring us joy as the temperatures drop. It has been a mild winter so far, the grace of a reprieve, I suspect, before we get hit hard. Or maybe not. Either way, I'm not going to cringe from what comes, because what is to come will come, and stiff shoulders won't make any difference at all.

I'm going to see a movie with my family this afternoon and eat leftovers from the birthday brunch I shared yesterday with my parents, grandparents, sister, husband, daughter, and her friend. I already had cherry pie for breakfast! I am blessed with so much love. None of us knows how long we will have any of the important people in our lives, so I remind myself frequently to cherish each moment. A Madonna CD playing, a young girl dancing in the middle of the living room--what more entertainment can a person really need?

I am excited to meet with you here again, dear readers, perhaps for a cup of tea, or to shed a few tears, to smile conspiratorially, and to hear the silent music of the soul. 

All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
-- St. Julian of Norwich