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(DAI Membership Meeting)
Accelerate Expedite My way between appointments Pray Brace Strive To remain alive Today As blowing snow continues to fall Motion constant Even as it takes different forms Over 25 laps later Around and around and around The indoor track at the Rec Center I am grateful, proud, relieved to have pushed through Initial resistance and discomfort Staying in constant motion Because when I'm in it I love the sweat Warming sensations The dampening of my clothing. Evidence of my persistent exertion.
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(630M driving up Austin Landing I-75N Dayton)
Moon, You are my beacon My familiar in the midst Of so much chaos Tension and electronic inundation You are constantly Consistently, persistently there As the chaos Swirls during a busy week I see you chartreuse orange Filling up the western sky. On my way to work this weekend past At that ungodly hour and now when you are Ethereally translucent white Hanging in the Western sky As Canadian geese do a flyover above you I am loving you You massive magnificent moon. (Waking at 745 AM)
Time passes like sand in a monopoly hourglass As I ponder the future Eternity Future events My calendar stays booked As I do not want to waste A minute of time But live Experience all of these abundant opportunities Surreal
It is an out Of my body experience As I watch myself 38 Run the entire distance A whole 26 minute Block of time. I amaze myself on this What was supposed to be Another walk/run One leg in front of the weather. At first I curse the fact I did not wear enough clothing but... when... I never stop to walk part of the distance I realize I am doing this past one stop sign Then two Then settlement crossing Then past the Walnut Tree Past Park Edge Past black dog. My chest is cold. But my heart is warm Circulating Alive And I have warmed up as I keep it moving Kicking my own butt into gear. .(an unusually warm day w/high of 53 degrees)
A fine but busy day Takes my breath away. I wake to grab a cup of hot tea And sleepily stumble upon my sister And her husband at her special table Near the fireplace. Some friendly banter from Bhakti and Mark Precedes the decision to prepare breakfast Mark makes the eggs, I chop the cilantro, Bhakti preps the grapefruit. It is pleasant to slow down Way down from the frenzied Chaotic pace of our week Both at work At work out And in transit And savor a meal together. Added bonus: Sandro offers a taste Of his special eggs.
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Even hello. Hola. Guten tag. Senora, me llamo Juan! But no matter what Stop lurking Behind my car in the driveway. You are awkward, Insensible, Scary, Irritating, In your silence, Lack of announcement, Skulker, stop skulking Or I will get out of my car, and… I find you
God In all the spaces Between electronic humming and insanity When I slow down and take notice of… Those things others may miss For their rushing Like fluttering leaves Conducting their own symphony With wind as their instrument And the downy woodpecker Tapping aspen in my sister’s backyard Delighting us with his bright red nape. Baby blue rays perfectly slanted Pouring out of heavenly holes Compelling me to soar up to heaven To be with my great God and the angels. But wait! There’s more… Splayed branches now bare of their clothes… Pushing, pointing, directing my attention Ever up, upwards pushing up to the sky As luminous brilliant pink orange cotton candy swirls Inspire a recipe. I can almost taste it, This tangerine Fluffy cloud sorbet Citrusy, sweet, sour, tart, tangy All at the same time. Hwy 71 returning to Dayton from Hocking hills
Translucent blue ethereal rays pour down Out of cloud gaps These rays beckon me To soar up to heaven Baby blue rays perfectly slanted 45° Towards the ground All the more dramatic For their juxtaposition against a lightly cloudy grey sky. My friend Lorraine would whip this Up quick, fast, and in a hurry Capturing (on canvas) forever this Fleeting precious priceless ethereal look. This gorgeous light continues To pour and I imagine angels Waiting for me at the tops of these holes of light. His majesty revealed again. Pink and purple vertically streak the western sky
Sweetly surprising me upon my exit Out the back door to discard compost. Do not miss these moments Of incredible beauty Because you are distracted. Take time to look up! |
