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!!!"
Monday, February 14, 2011
2/15/11 A request for psychic advice
Also on the photocopy machine at the library was a letter addressed to Madam Anastasia Star, requesting psychic advice on an older gentleman's financial state. And while I don't mean to make light of financial woes of the elderly, I am absolutely delighted that someone has finally acknowledged my psychic ability, and my common sense in dealing with the world. I'm equally delighted with the new nickname, though I'll only assume it temporarily, in case someone else needs to use it too. Of course I consented to giving him advice, and here it is:
Dear James, I have consulted with my spirit helpers, and this is what I see: Good energy always draws good energy. Being grateful for resources that you do have can set you on the path to happiness. Try to be busy every day, as a wise friend of mine says, and perform generous acts each day. Help someone, call someone and offer your emotional support, help a neighbor clean their house if you are able to. Grow some stuff in your yard, your garden this year, if you are able to. Try to do five generous things each day. Your deep desire to heal your financial woes can be a shining beacon for others. You could be the center of goodwill and resources for your neighborhood, for example. The more you do for others, without expectations (in other words, truly giving), the more the universe will recognize your bright soul. You might not have a lot of money, but you will have all you need.
Sincerely, Madam Anastasia Star
Also on the photocopy machine at the library was a letter addressed to Madam Anastasia Star, requesting psychic advice on an older gentleman's financial state. And while I don't mean to make light of financial woes of the elderly, I am absolutely delighted that someone has finally acknowledged my psychic ability, and my common sense in dealing with the world. I'm equally delighted with the new nickname, though I'll only assume it temporarily, in case someone else needs to use it too. Of course I consented to giving him advice, and here it is:
Dear James, I have consulted with my spirit helpers, and this is what I see: Good energy always draws good energy. Being grateful for resources that you do have can set you on the path to happiness. Try to be busy every day, as a wise friend of mine says, and perform generous acts each day. Help someone, call someone and offer your emotional support, help a neighbor clean their house if you are able to. Grow some stuff in your yard, your garden this year, if you are able to. Try to do five generous things each day. Your deep desire to heal your financial woes can be a shining beacon for others. You could be the center of goodwill and resources for your neighborhood, for example. The more you do for others, without expectations (in other words, truly giving), the more the universe will recognize your bright soul. You might not have a lot of money, but you will have all you need.
Sincerely, Madam Anastasia Star
2/14/11 An unexpected Valentine
Was expecting to spend the day handing out pumpkin bread at work, photocopying a song for my set list at the library at lunch, and exchanging bland, platonic Valentine greetings with co-workers. Check, uh-huh, and check.
But on the photocopy machine at the library, was this fabulous Valentine from a true romantic to his "illicit lover." ME, of course.
My anonymous lover reminded me that I had his deepest esteem and excitement,that his feelings for me are passionate, genuine and credible, and that "our intercourse" is "hot like the newest Porsche." Aaaah, romantic love. Just when I had taken a break from you, you show up as if by magic, pledging your heart and giblets.
Was expecting to spend the day handing out pumpkin bread at work, photocopying a song for my set list at the library at lunch, and exchanging bland, platonic Valentine greetings with co-workers. Check, uh-huh, and check.
But on the photocopy machine at the library, was this fabulous Valentine from a true romantic to his "illicit lover." ME, of course.
My anonymous lover reminded me that I had his deepest esteem and excitement,that his feelings for me are passionate, genuine and credible, and that "our intercourse" is "hot like the newest Porsche." Aaaah, romantic love. Just when I had taken a break from you, you show up as if by magic, pledging your heart and giblets.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
2/5/11 Mist
Mist, endless mist today, from the snow that melted and floated back up again yesterday. Maybe we’re mistaken and the most natural state of water is as mist, drifting, smoking, lines and forms through the trees, limning the twigs in white. Maybe it’s as a liquid that water is heavy, clunky, mistaken, out of shape. Maybe the liquid form of the water planet mistakes and misrepresents the true healing form of water—as air, the translucent, enwrapping, insulating, thick, drifting, evanescing mist.
Mist, endless mist today, from the snow that melted and floated back up again yesterday. Maybe we’re mistaken and the most natural state of water is as mist, drifting, smoking, lines and forms through the trees, limning the twigs in white. Maybe it’s as a liquid that water is heavy, clunky, mistaken, out of shape. Maybe the liquid form of the water planet mistakes and misrepresents the true healing form of water—as air, the translucent, enwrapping, insulating, thick, drifting, evanescing mist.
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