February 28, 2018

Today ends the second month of the year.
My life is much slower than it used to be;
finding a rhythm,
a routine,
something
to keep me on a self-imposed schedule,
seems an impossible task in itself.

I am easily aggravated,
not quite sure, why.
Perhaps I am tired
of agreeing with everyone,
of smiling at suggestions,
of the world in general.
But I am not depressed,
just tired.

‘Do what you want to do!’
This is the life motto of a
69-year-old roller blader
in San Diego
who changed from neurologist
to roller blader on the board walk
to find meaning and happiness
in this over-indulgent world.

It made me think
‘What do I like to do?’
… and I had no idea
what would make me happy,
sustain me spiritually,
exude laughter and the
exuberant happiness
I know is hidden inside me.

Mull over that for a bit, will you!

The Barberries pruned severely
are leafing out
to spite me.
They are recovering,
pumping new juices
into the branches left behind
after severing dead ones
on the main plants.

The Dogwoods’
Dead branches
trimmed off in the fall
show signs of
recovery.
New shoots with
thick buds
promising blossoms – soon.

It appears
that every thing
has a purpose,
striving, claiming its place.
It makes me wonder –
What am I striving for?
What can I bring forth to bloom?
Why do my roots feel rotten?
What does my spirit need
to fertilize dormant ground?

The Full Moon
tomorrow
its roundness
the sign of completion,
of purpose,
of perfection.
What have I completed?
What is my purpose?
What do I need to perfect?