This Beautiful Day Was Not Made For Me

Antibiotics and steroids

This is my routine

October day near eighty

Not for me

 

Take the dogs for a walk

See my skin revolt

Feel my mind shrivel

Lump in my throat

 

I love the fall

It’s usually for me

My energy returns

Not this year

Is it Easier…

Is it Easier….
One long cold winter,
I learned about loneliness
How to be with loneliness.
A Buddhist Nun’s wise words
taught me to sit and be with
loneliness and I will learn.

I’ll tell ya did I learn
about myself,
my baby,
relationships,
society,
Earth,
the World.

It was one long winter.
Me, my baby, and my old big dog.
My perspective was forever changed.
Of course, I only remember about half
the knowledge or the exact words.
It is inside me, deeply rooted and
takes over when needed like an auto-pilot,
slowly steering me along.

Is it depressing to be in a lonely state?  or
Is it a part of living and growing as a person?

Western philosophy, my society, teaches
loneliness is a negative state to be.
You need to avoid or quickly replace
It is not good to be lonely.

Eastern philosophy teaches loneliness
is a state of being.
An opportune time to reflect inward.
Stay and face the feeling,
take it for what it is

There are many different reasons
someone might feel lonely: a child at recess,
lost teenager, someone missing someone, a
woman eating alone, an old man sitting on a
bench, a woman that’s been married five years.

Is it easier to be lonely single or attached?

What do you think?

* Buddhist Nun- Pema Chodron

Dedicated

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That song I love is ours.
Can I have it back?
or Is it lost to me like you?

Huh?

Stick to the plan, Stan.

No. Stay flexible, man.

So, what do you want?

4 Elements

4  E l e m e n t s

Eagle flies with the wind holding a precious gift

Lifting higher to the north and turning to the

East facing the sun rising full flaming red

Mother knows he comes baring an

Essential element of life

Needed to sustain

Tomorrows

Sip
Earth Water Fire Air

I have wanted to do this style for awhile. It seemed very fitting with 
the poem for the potluck.

*for prompt Jingles Monday Potluck

Scribbles of Thought

Cultures are ever changing
time ticks by
written word stays the same.