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April 15, 2014 by Cynthia

This morning I lifted a piece of fruit to my mouth with my left hand.  With some effort I completed the deal.

Later, I lifted both arms straight above my head and tried to touch the sky.  I did not quite make it, but close.

Bringing hands down, I did my best to let left meet right.  Fingers touching as if in prayer, they made it.  Right fingers knobby and normal.  Left fingers swollen, discolored.  It is okay.  They met again.

About five weeks ago, they looked pretty similar.  A break in the action changed that.

Now they rest together.  The left entwined with the right, in a posture we call folded.  But I know better.  Two old friends, once parted, now together again.  Each leaning on the other for comfort.  Howdy stranger.

 

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Greetings of the day

March 17, 2014 by Cynthia

Whether you be Irish or not, Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you.

The green is for life while we live it and the memory of it when we do not.

May each day bring both moon and sun, and may love never be more than a breath away.

To you and yours, a hundred thousand welcomes.

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The Ides

March 15, 2014 by Cynthia

Many years ago, the midpoint of March gave me pause.  A riotous time, no less for the energies that stir after winter, as for the fate of one Julius Caesar.

Imbolg, the vernal equinox, St. Patrick’s Day, Easter, they all have their feet in the experience of emergence.  Nature, human or not, cannot be contained.

Back then, it seemed smart to open the doors and windows and let those energies pass through.  Now I am more likely to join in the dance myself, one hand and all.

The crows do not fly for you.  Unless you be despot, fear not the Ides of March.  Marvel at the moon, run in the rain…but try not to fall down.

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Spring wind

March 15, 2014 by Cynthia

Spring wind is quixotic, my favorite kind.  Coltishly tossing dry leaves off the ground or moving like a tide through bare trees, it has a curiosity and willingness I admire.

Tuned through objects fixed and transient, spring wind makes its thoughts audible.  A song of springtime.

Full moon upcoming, vernal equinox next week.  Onward.

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One-handed world

March 8, 2014 by Cynthia

I took a step, I took a fall.

On the way, I had the briefest of moments to choose.  Hand or foot.  I chose stability over ability.  Probably says something.

Wrist broken in a couple of places.  Surgery ahead.

Today begins unique appreciation of the world with one hand.  So far, the child-proof cap on the pain medication and the pepper grinder proved frustrating.  Whoever invented arm slings that adjust in the back never wore one.  Bootlaces are out for the count.

Always felt lucky to be able-bodied.  Many are not.  Different challenges now.

Onward.

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The Unburied lead

February 23, 2014 by Cynthia

It is in there.  The idea. The thought overlaid by conditions and conditioning.

It is in there, glistening, succinct.  I have difficulty seeing it.  Although I put it there.

Cut away the chaff and you have it, the unburied lead, the path and point of it all.

In paragraphs that tell our stories, truth, maybe destiny, await the right editor.

It is in there.  I have difficulty seeing it.  Although I put it there.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2014 by Cynthia

I am a fan of Valentine’s Day.  You might already know that.

While some consider this a Hallmark holiday, I consider it a shame there is only one day per year set aside to express gratitude, love and appreciation for the souls that share our planet.

Every single life is story.  Some connections are regretted, some tightly held forever, long after flesh has given way.  All we really have is that story and each other.

For those that teach my children, clear my street, help me through and dig deep to be decent, this day is for you.  In the broad, seething tide that is humanity, if you are capable of love, there is plenty to be had – if only by staring at the stars.

There might be space and light might seem far off, but while we breathe, and when we do not, no one is ever truly alone.

The snow swirls, the stars shine.  Consider the millions of others.  Love sent is love received.  Happy Valentine’s Day.

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In the distance

February 6, 2014 by Cynthia

On Walkabout, unplowed snow made the journey difficult, each step deliberate.  Life, at certain points, is like that.

Halfway out, a resonant tone sounded from far away and I stopped short.  The drone of snowplows and road traffic was the only reply.

But I heard.  There is change in the distance.

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Winter

February 3, 2014 by Cynthia

Cold in the world, inside and out.

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All Correct

January 25, 2014 by Cynthia

The silver raised button on my cellphone reads “OK.”

Surrounded by arrows pointing up, down, left and right, OK is the centre, the fifth direction.  In, out, send, receive.

For function, text or deletion, all energies pass through OK.  Big job, small button.

In the world or on a device, OK says a lot.

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