Every day the numbers are posted. And every one of those numbers has a story, a face, a soul , and regardless of years, a life sacrificed too soon.
Here is one from Tom Atkins.
https://quarryhouse.blog/2020/10/25/poem-number-225017/#like-34618
Every day the numbers are posted. And every one of those numbers has a story, a face, a soul , and regardless of years, a life sacrificed too soon.
Here is one from Tom Atkins.
https://quarryhouse.blog/2020/10/25/poem-number-225017/#like-34618
Posted by sagemtnmom on October 26, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/10/26/guest-post-poem-number-225017/
(Editors note: Guest Post from writer and friend Lisa Dingle- It says so well the reasons my own Thoughts on the Path have been on hiatus )
The Inn’s garden path, in maintenance mode this past week. A few seconds ago, I logged into this very space to write a new post and there was a message, which was pretty much this: “Hey, Lis, WordPress 54.3 is available. Do you want to upgrade now?” Feeling somewhat conform-ational, I went ahead and hit…
… on maintenance mode — Just Ponderin’
Posted by sagemtnmom on August 29, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/08/29/on-maintenance-mode-just-ponderin/
So fellow travelers, a key turning point in my adult life came when a meditation teacher gave me permission to stop “shoulding” on myself. Or as Master Yoda might put it “do or do not, that is all.”
The fact is, current reality* leaves me little time and even less energy for writing. The amount of screen time I am obligated to engage in to meet my assigned responsibilities for on-line education leaves me with little to no motivation for spending additional time on line. The bright side of that is many long neglected sections of my garden are looking quite hopeful for the growing season ( whenever Spring decides to show up for good.)
Still, writing a blog does come with a sense of responsibility and, while I have no financial or commercial pressure to maintain any set number of followers, likes or comments, I often feel a “should be posting” if for no reason than simple gratitude to you, my readers.
So, while I sort out the responsibilities of the last few weeks of on-line school, I am glad my friend and fellow writer Jennifer Bowman gave me permission to share her recent piece. As she so often does, Jen has found words which give cogent elucidation to so much of what I have been feeling these past 60 plus days.
Enjoy:
https://jenniferkbowman.wordpress.com/2020/05/04/anti-depressant-squirrels-of-the-2020-pandemic/
Editorial note: My reference above to the “*new reality ” stems from my refusing to empower the current global situation with the title “new norm;” there is nothing normal about any of it. But that is the substance of another post. ‘Til then
Walk gently on the path my friends. Be kind to yourselves and others
Posted by sagemtnmom on May 18, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/05/18/of-squirrels-and-hope/
Editorial note: Guest Post from a fellow writer and friend who nailed it on the head. Thanks Andy!
A friend of mine sent me a link to a Facebook post that everyone should read. I’ve provided a screenshot of it here so you can read her words of wisdom. Now, I get it. The motivation behind this phrase is painfully obvious: “If you don’t come out of this with a new skill, you […]
I Lack Discipline? You Lack Compassion — My Zen Brain
Posted by sagemtnmom on April 14, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/04/14/i-lack-discipline-you-lack-compassion-my-zen-brain/
So fellow travelers, while I have considered this space as a kind of creative “thinking out loud,” there has always been an underlying hope that my writing has served some purpose beyond my own musings.
If an uplifting haiku, an eye catching photo or a bit of humor brings joy or even insight to some of my readers, I feel I have done my part in making a difference by helping others along on their journey.
Adjusting to the massive changes brought about by the COVID19 pandemic has proven to be more demanding than any of us thought it would be. For me just the switch to online education created an overload of new information to master. There has been little time for myself to relax, let alone write; I had even stopped journaling.
Thankfully, two practices I have maintained are daily meditations and evening gratitudes. That and frequent walks with our dog have kept me sane in a very crazy time, a time which, in the words of therapist Barbara Young, “…is a much longer marathon than we could ever have imagined (becoming) a reality.” I found her words in an article my friend and fellow writer Kate Rantilla shared. As I read it, I realized why I have felt so pressured: I am, as she describes, trying way too hard to “do isolation well.”
Her insights have helped me make sense of my emotions and allowed me to reorganize my intentions with less self-judgment. So, although I rarely share outside sources here, it felt like the best way, at the moment for me to make a bit of difference for you, my fellow travelers.
Barbara Young’s article “What do we do now? can be found here: “https://tinyurl.com/sx2ke7n
Walk gently on the path my friends another time-
for now save lives, stay home and be well.
Posted by sagemtnmom on April 4, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/04/04/now-what/
So fellow travelers, this has been a busier than usual holiday season for which I am grateful to have had a full two weeks off from work.
In between road trips to visit family, I have managed to rearrange several rooms in our house. My efforts have allowed me to resurrect my pilates machine, reclaim art studio space with good daylight and establish a new meditation and yoga space.
I’ve been honoring this last gift by spending time every morning reflecting on the passing year and clearing out any burdens I choose not to carry forward as I set intentions for the new year.
(This photo is the spot in my parents townhouse where my Mom meditates and says her ancestral prayers each day.)
Entering this shiny new decade free from past hurts, resentments, guilt or regrets is a gift we can only give to ourselves. I have been trying to write about this (in between packing up Christmas, moving furniture and clearing out clutter) but it came out sounding too diadactic.
Then friend and fellow blogger Lisa Dingle put up a blog post which embodied what I was trying to say- only absolutely on point with her signature Light touch and good humor. You can find her post here https://justponderin.com/2020/01/03/on-my-cup-and-the-new-year/
Synchronicity struck as I read Lisa’s post right after writing my own intentions for this new decade on the first blank pages of my 2020 journal. Intentions which revolve around making choices which will fill my own cup with less judgement and more tolerance and compassion, as much for myself as for others because we cannot give what we do not hold for ourselves. So I raise a cup in a toast of united commitment to “doing the work.” Here’s to the spillage bringing more hope and joy into our weary world.
Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.
Posted by sagemtnmom on January 5, 2020
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2020/01/05/insights-for-a-new-decade/
So fellow travelers, clarity is a gift beyond measure in writing .
One of the many benefits of being part of a creative tribe is what we call the “ripple effect” of sharing inspiration from each other’s work. At times the dynamic exchange of encouragement and energy will bring insights which shift my perception of something I am working just enough to reveal how something I was struggling to express. This morning a post from my friend Tom Atkins did exactly that for me by defining something I experience when I am at a show with my favorite band.
The context is slightly different but the reference of being in a safe space where we can “spill ourselves is precisely why I go to as many concerts and events as possible. Each time it is an unburdening of doubt, healing of sorrows and an infusion of hope made possible by faith in the ultimate power of Unconditional Love.
The original post is shared here
Speakeasy
A single red light at the end of a brightly lit alleyway,
your secret place,
a place of release,
more about the safety than the alcohol,
where everything spills out.
About this poem
We all need that safe place to be, to talk, to spill ourselves out.
The painting, one of mine, is also called “Speakeasy” and inspired the poem.
Tom
Posted by sagemtnmom on July 26, 2019
https://dhrahalski86.wordpress.com/2019/07/26/poem-speakeasy/
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