Decided to be goofy this week.
Decided to be goofy this week.
Open the back door
Morning sky in Tennessee
Shasta and Cleo
Home is their territory
Friends sharing a world
Tiny tendril climbs
Coiled spring of morning glory
Offbeat thread of fresh
Picked every one of them.
So lovely and intoxicating.
Pinks and purples
With the sweet scent of Spring.
Easter perfection on a stem.
Picked every one of them.
Perfectly in a line along
Mrs. Baldwin’s front sidewalk.
Presented them to my mother
With the open innocence of a preschooler.
My mother marched me across the street.
Mrs. Baldwin opened her door
And saw a four year old holding every one of her perfect, sweet smelling, Easter colored hyacinth in her little hands.
Still a bit shocked at my mother’s abrupt rebuke and
the forced pilgrimage back across the street,
I mumbled an apology.
Mrs. Baldwin, smiling, gracious and patient
Unlike my mortified mother.
A deal was struck between the two women.
The pilfered bouquet was split in half.
I considered this a victory
The price of which was having to listen to my mother.
“Never do that again.”
I admire every glorious, perfumy, delicious hyacinth.
Thank you, Mrs. Baldwin.
Saturdays are for meditation.
Here are a few facts on the history of meditation: Meditation is believed to have been practiced in India and China over 5000 years ago. Meditation is a part of many religions, including Hinduism, Buddhism and Taoism. The etymology of meditation comes from the Latin word meditatum, which means “to ponder.”
Here are a few health benefits of practicing meditation: Meditation lowers blood pressure by increasing the compound nitric oxide that helps open blood vessels. Meditation changes gray matter in our brains that can help with learning, memory and perspective.
https://nccih.nih.gov/health/meditation/overview.htm Meditation helps us remain focused and improve attention spans.
Just pick up your phone: There are meditation apps galore. If you have no experience with meditation at all, but are curious about beginning a meditation practice, you could try one of these apps. They are free for the first few lessons and will give you a feel for what kind of meditation may be most comfortable for you. Mindfulness, body scan, walking and lovingkindness are types of meditation you will find on these apps. Here are 3 well-known meditation apps: Headspace, Calm and 10% Happier.
My personal experience: Just like running and writing, you need to make a commitment to find the time to meditate. Luckily, just 15-20 minutes a day will be all that is needed when beginning a meditation practice. When I began meditation, I was always seated, always had my eyes closed, always in my house and always focused on my breath. I love to be outside (even in the cold or gloom), which is part of the reason I like to run (I’m not much for a treadmill), so I tried taking my meditation outside. There is a park in my neighborhood with a walking path that my husband tells me is 2/10th of a mile long. The first loop I do a body scan. How do my feet, legs, torso, shoulders, neck feel…you get the idea. The second loop I listen to the birds. Bird songs fill me with a sense of wonder at the diversity in nature even in my little neighborhood park. The third loop I focus on my breath. I practice walking meditation about twice a week. The biggest surprise for me has been the benefit meditation has had on my running. Unfortunately it has not made me any faster! However, my concentration/focus and breathing have improved. I have been able to find a rhythm between my legs and lungs that allows me to focus on my posture/core or enjoy the scenery.
She did not write it down. She wrote everything down in that little journal with the boy on the cover holding a chocolate chip cookie with the title “My favorite Things.” The journal was a gift from her sister-in-law, because if it had actually been from her brother, it would not have been at all. It would have been a five dollar bill in a card that read, “I don’t know what to get a young lady.” And she probably would have taken that five dollar bill and gone to Fay’s on a Friday evening with her mother and bought a journal. So she could write everything down.
She went to Fay’s on a Friday evening with her mother, because while she was smart and had a few friends, those friends did not really do much on a Friday night. So Fay’s it was. Just to get out, to avoid boredom, though she was seldom bored, really, because she could always write. Or read.
Where just a year or so earlier she read “The Incredible Journey” bought through her school’s Weekly Reader pamphlet. And at the end, the animals running toward home made her cry. The first time a book made her cry. And it was like a first orgasm, because she didn’t know it was coming, but there it was and what a surprise. Astonished, she would walk to the kitchen to report to her mother that she had cried and this was the most wonderful, amazing book she ever read.
But there they were at Fay’s on a Friday night. It was difficult, you know, when you did not have pierced ears to find cute clip-on earrings that didn’t look like an old lady would wear them. Fay’s had a jewelry counter with jewelry on clearance. Her mother liked things on clearance.
Maybe she should just go to Rosenbaum’s some other Friday night and get her ears pierced. Other girls had done it. Those other girls were sporting little fourteen karat gold “starter” earrings in what had been perfectly beautiful untouched earlobes. It seemed to be like starting your period, getting your ears pierced came at just a little different time for each girl.
But there was her mother standing at the clearance jewelry counter at Fay’s, so she ambled to the notebook aisle. Wide-ruled looseleaf filler paper seemed so much more practical than fourteen karat gold starter earrings, which, once she finally did get her ears pierced a few months later, would cause such a bloody, pus-filled infection a month’s worth of peroxide could barely contain the conflagration. She should have stuck to filler paper.
In the car, in the Fay’s parking lot, in the dark, her mother would pull out of her purse a pair of little pink flower clip-on earrings. They were cute and not like something an old lady would wear. Her mother did not pay for these. They had no price tag. Her mother was indignant. But you can’t just take them. Guilt kind of hung there in the car, in the Fay’s parking lot, in the dark. Guilt was, at the very least, the gift held in her hand that took the form of cute pink flower clip-ons that an old lady wouldn’t wear. So while her mother stayed in the car, she walked back to Fay’s, straight to the clearance jewelry and put back the cute pink flower clip-on earrings that did not look like an old lady would wear them. Then back out to the car, in the Fay’s parking lot, in the dark.
“Don’t tell your father,” her mother said.
She did not.
And she did not write it down.
Breeze through the starlight
Blow moon dust on the dreamers