For the week of Winter Solstice and Christmas, here is a morning's walking meditation from a few years past: Christmas Morning As if sensing this is a day for gifts, the dog insists we walk a way we never go, discovering a scent hidden under new snow dusting the sidewalk, glittering like the path of a star, which she tracks with her nose. The tipped half-moon is a silver ladle pouring out sunrise the color of honey and cider, Wassail brewed in the sky, departing winter storm afire with dawn.
Archive for December 2020
Poem of the Week – December 20
December 22, 2020Poem of the Week – December 13
December 13, 2020As we head toward Christmas, this poem spoke to me, I wrote it after winter's meditation during my workday commute. Commute Home The audiobook is talking about the disappointment of the early Christians, waiting and waiting for the transformation they believed would happen in their lifetime, until they grew to find eternity and salvation inside the waiting, as waiting changed them, teaching them to love each other. A livestock semi-trailer is slowly passing me. Pushed into each oval air-hole, black and white fur of cows packed in for a long journey. From one of these holes, a single, velvet cow ear, flapping in the winter air. I long to reach out and touch its softness; I feel sudden tenderness for these animals and their life of sacrifice. I arrive home less disappointed in marriage, practicing the faith born from knowing we failed and fail and will fail yet continue to chose a forgiving-love, with which we redeem each other.
Poem of the Week – Dec. 6, 2020
December 6, 2020This week's poem is offered as a gift for short winter days, and the body's longing to hibernate. May it brings you a bit of loving-kindness, and encouragement to slow down. While Meditating Today, no great awakening. I napped, the cranky child, the weary woman, on a crowded flight, my head nodding accidentally onto your shoulder, Beloved. You let it stay there. You let me rest.
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