3/19/11 the first day of spring
A world of gray and white and faded brown is melting, melting, the colors already growing robust, hearty. Trees--how do they do this?--when warming show more brown, darker brown, as if they are shedding a hoary barrier they wear throughout the frozen months.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
3/17/11 The loving heart
When you feel challenged, discouraged, or strung. Thinking of everyone as your assistant, your guardian angel. Thinking of each person as his/her higher self, each person as loving you to their capacity, as Buddha teaches. Knowing that in living this way, you become the loving heart, you love.
When you feel challenged, discouraged, or strung. Thinking of everyone as your assistant, your guardian angel. Thinking of each person as his/her higher self, each person as loving you to their capacity, as Buddha teaches. Knowing that in living this way, you become the loving heart, you love.
3/15/11 The geometric freeze of a late winter night
It comes out all angles and knives and shards and flakes. Flagstones of ice in angles on the puddles from yesterday's melt. Encasing plastic bags, papers, the curb, a bus-stop gutter. The kind of ice that's so gratifying to crush with your shoes, gingerly, to avoid getting them wet. Spring almost here, night freezes almost gone.
It comes out all angles and knives and shards and flakes. Flagstones of ice in angles on the puddles from yesterday's melt. Encasing plastic bags, papers, the curb, a bus-stop gutter. The kind of ice that's so gratifying to crush with your shoes, gingerly, to avoid getting them wet. Spring almost here, night freezes almost gone.
03/16/11 A voice from out of nowhere
It was morning, I was distracted, coming down with a cold, waiting at the corner of 4th and Marquette for the walk signal to come on, so I could run, late, to the doors of my building, my job. Suddenly there was a voice at my ear, smooth as velvet and cocoa and twice as friendly, speaking, "Good morning, Evelyn. How are you today?" In a tone that you would use with a kindergartener. I flipped my switch and whipped my neck around to the source of the sound---and burst out laughing immediately. I was surprised--pleasantly--to see this guy who works in the office, who really walks around with the most meditative, mellifluous, friendly voice I've ever heard. He was immediately apologetic about startling me, and between giggles I had to explain, "No, really--I love when voices come from out of nowhere to wish me good morning!!!"
It was morning, I was distracted, coming down with a cold, waiting at the corner of 4th and Marquette for the walk signal to come on, so I could run, late, to the doors of my building, my job. Suddenly there was a voice at my ear, smooth as velvet and cocoa and twice as friendly, speaking, "Good morning, Evelyn. How are you today?" In a tone that you would use with a kindergartener. I flipped my switch and whipped my neck around to the source of the sound---and burst out laughing immediately. I was surprised--pleasantly--to see this guy who works in the office, who really walks around with the most meditative, mellifluous, friendly voice I've ever heard. He was immediately apologetic about startling me, and between giggles I had to explain, "No, really--I love when voices come from out of nowhere to wish me good morning!!!"
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