Another Mother's Hoverboard

Thursday, February 19, 2009

struggle

A spirit laded with inspiration has been
muddied
and the squelch and squish of
trying to rise up
is as painful to hear as it is to watch

she who is moved daily with compassion
and through the wonder of simplicity
and truth, is lost.

a cultural wound has sought her
out and managed to nick her,
band-aids are just that:
a temporary disguise
altogether unwise
to the truth of the matter

things are not okay
but today truly IS another day
and for the sake of the children
joy is the
only way.



Wednesday, February 11, 2009

strung out

i think of ee cummings and i wonder
about the string of thoughts that as would
twine
connect me to the divine
in myself

and unfolding myself as this part
is unexpected but of interest as i can see now
there is
more

reluctantly the thought of a destiny
propels the mind to flip to the last page

the ending

but it is this final breath
that gives meaning and purpose to

the stuffy nose of today.



Wednesday, February 04, 2009

new winter haiku

tree arm dressed in white
strong and forgiving of snow
we can all learn peace

things that don't make sense to me:


things that don't make sense to me:

how i can sit outside in a snowstorm and just smile from the inside out at the kid's SHEER GLEE just playing in the snow. They are the truest illustration of "being in the moment". Moreover, I can even just lay in a snowbank for minutes on end and allow snowflakes to flutter carelessly from the vast sky, only to land on my glove, where I simply MARVEL at each of the unique designs that snowflakes can show off! Which then allows me to contemplate *impermanence* when I watch each one melt away...ONLY to then, an hour later, *bitch and complain* about all the shoveling. and snow tracked through the house. and wetness on the bottom of my pants. Grrr. Stay in the moment, mama. Be happy!

so it is confusing that we seem to have a failing economy and parents in town all talk about "how tight times are" and "budget issues" and then everywhere i look, another family is taking off to disney for a week. or buying a new car. or dressing their newborns in baby uggs. i don't get it.

i don't understand how the two and half hours of preschool can accomplish anything with the children, seeing that i get NOTHING accomplished in that time. weird.

i don't understand why big business and banks are getting bailed out of their crisis and debt. while i wallow in panic about how to dig out of this hole. i really just don't get it.

i DO get that i will continue to give give give. all of me. and the universe WILL repay me. somehow.

i just have to believe that THAT makes sense.