We lose sleep because we want
To know if our life has meaning
What’s the meaning we are looking for.
I pray for the Holy Spirit to help me
I went to see my primary physician today. Seeing a physician is a confirmation of our mortality. We are mortals. We are subject to decay. It’s a morbid reality.
When we pray we affirm our hope for immortality.
We should realize both conditions offer us a chance for greatness. Greatness means steps of extraordinary work. Greatness is immortality in the eyes of man and God.
My doctor told me I have work to do.
The Little Things
To search a question is not to find an immediate answer
But to hear a voice that may lead to an understanding
Unfurled, uncoiled, unchained
free like a kite unleashed
You glow while saying each word
as if they are sacred
She goes out with her camera
anxious to discover a world,
new and independent from her mind
Where do you start
When you want to piece together a broken bowl
You will learn from the small pieces
Opening the closet and selecting a new pair of slacks and blouse
Which scarf to wear on a misty day
What to prepare for dinner
The little things like learning to love again
Enhance your experience
The wastebasket is not full yet
Symmetries are abundant in sounds and numbers
Difficulty shall not be the first step
A tribe can lead to the next
In darkness you can hear whistling
Interruptions are shadows between lights
The liminal spaces, glimpses of returns
The mind brings and scatters, the bees and the butterflies
The neurons connect the patterns and coincidences
Learning to see not only with one’s eyes
Lots of questions and the search for truth and beauty
I will learn to sit still
The universe is expanding
The garden is lovely in spring.
Reflections of a bee
Struggle to find flowers laden with nectar
Weaving the coordinates in space
A path to return
How can I put time in space
The shadows move
Or placing space in time
Finding ways to fend tasteless poisons
From conceived enemies and how to avoid them
and seeing the precariousness of singular journey.
Picnickers shove me away
Photographers love me
You listen to my buzz, you are aware of my presence
I am aware of yours
Our exchange of greetings seems to stir deep affection
It does matter we don’t know each other.
I have to persuade myself
Of virtue in small things.
Life is an art in progress
We are trying to create a masterpiece
One inch at a time.
“I have more appreciation for the little things in life …finding meaning and purpose every day.”
A few of the pearls of wisdom Jeanne finds through the years and as she reaches the age of 60. She has a colorful and interesting blog that I want to share with you: life and art
You add and subtract words,
take away and add stories.
But what do you do with emotions,
real and imagined?
You ride a boat and go fishing
while your cousins play ball.
You play with a trout and the trout wins,
you return home for a blueberry pie.
Why should not life be thriving?
“Life is life. It does not freeze at any time, under any conditions. Life goes on, whatever our consciousness of God. And we with it. We go on grappling with life. We go on growing into awareness. We go on struggling to be worthy of awareness in which we now walk. And we fail often.” -Joan Chittister, Illuminated Life, Monastic Wisdom for Seekers of Light
You are alone but with strong spirit
The world is bitter and suffering
You understand and offer to help.
With a tiny voice you do not feel helpless
You start to talk and write
The pages shout a new life.
Light is the grace that makes my morning fresh
A sense of gratitude for each day of my extended life
I can accept the world full of problems and greatness,
Diversity and innovation,new definition of fear.
Gradually I allow myself to add new pages to read
Every improvement faces new challenges
I will rise every morning with renewed vigor
To add living to life.
note: myself walking this morning to improve my strength.