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Wintry Walk

Wandering thoughts freeze and fall to the ground

Crystalline ache shatters and tumbles into the footprints of strolling lovers

Who feel only the cocoon of their heat

The sidewalk opens its heart and invites it all

The heat, the ice, the tears…

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My Pen Keeps Running Out of Ink

Over the past week, I have been reading “The Earth Has a Soul, C.G. Jung on Nature, Technology & Modern Life”, edited by Meredith Sabini.

It speaks to me, what can I say.

I’ll admit this is one of those books that I already knew I’d love before I started to read it. By the time I finish it, I’ll have underlined nearly every sentence. To some it is a waste of time to do that, to underline or highlight,  but it’s a technique I use to slow down my eyes and my brain. It’s the same reason I write long hand, at least once a day. While the ink is soaking in (I use a fountain pen), I spend time with each word, letting the sentence linger and soak in.

I buy books like this all the time. Affirmation books. I read the jacket cover, or a summary or review on-line, and the author is on my wavelength. I think to myself, “See there, someone else who thinks like I do. I’m not a complete imbecile. My ideas and opinions have merit. At least one other person, and an author no less, is touched by what touches me. I’m not alone.”

But, I am also leaning in to disagreement and discomfort. There are authors of several blogs I now follow whose minds work in ways that are mysterious to me. So I sit with their words, letting them soak in. In some cases, I need to backtrack and read from their archives, or from responses they make to comments in an attempt to understand the foundation from which they write. I am not always successful, nor will I be. I am experiencing the emptiness of understanding. I will feel and understand differently each time I read, whether it be a piece familiar to me or untried. I am different each moment.

I have the most difficulty with poetry. I have read ten times the poetry in the past 2 months than I have read in my life. It is a worthy struggle. I am learning to let go of expectations and a mind that wants to jump immediately to categorization or answers or patterns and interpretations that are familiar to me.

I am learning to open to diversity and change. I am talking back to judgement.

I am learning to feel.

I am building connections not barriers.

It’s hard.



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Grumpy and Green

If veggies are healthy, shouted Benjamin Bump

Then why do they make me turn into a grump

I was happy outside watching spiders and ants

But now here I sit facing mountains of plants

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You tell me how strong and how tall that I’ll be

If I eat one more bite, if I eat one more pea

I’ve got my own thoughts and my own point of view

I’m small and I’m young, but I’ve got quite a few

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I want to grow up to be strong, to be tall

I’d like to be good with a bat and a ball

But the price to be paid at the table each night

It’s torture I tell you, and it just isn’t right

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I’m such a good boy, I do all that I’m told

But you ask me to eat broccoli that’s wilted and cold

Perhaps if I ate it while steaming and hot

It would not be too bad, I might like it a lot

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But when I look at it now and recall last we met

This green colored thing that’s all branchy and wet

I can tell you it makes me a little bit sad,

I know that it’s healthy, but it tastes really bad

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Perhaps you’ve forgotten how it feels on your tongue

It’s been a long time since you were little and young

But let me tell you again, just from my point of view

As my face scrunches up, as I’m starting to chew

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I’ll try them again but could we work out a deal?

Could we please not eat veggies at every darn meal

At least not the broccoli, or the lima beans, please

If I have to, I’ll even get down on my knees

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I’ll do what I can and I’ll try and I’ll try

But don’t be surprised if I break down and cry,

It’s not that I want to be grumpy and mean,

It’s just that my tongue doesn’t like to taste green

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