[Here’s a great treat this morning, by LuAnne Holder on her blog, WIND RUSH. Lovely poem, and fascinating photo! Thanks LuAnne!]
It is curious how easily
I can get lost in the jumble of tasks,
five errands to run during rush hour traffic
somewhere to be at a particular time
but blocked by others doing the same
While plunked down in stillness when I want to keep moving
I find it’s a grand time to remind myself
to notice the layers and layers of now
like the lawns flocked with shadows,
clouds covering clouds,
and maybe the crescendo of katydids calls
all harmonizing in this complex moment
with my heartbeat and my breath
until the light turns green
It’s a game I play, the space – between game,
brief gifts through the day to see deities around me
in the real time I’m actually living
SOMETIMES 