Sunday, November 6, 2016

deepening toward winter

since i was a little girl
i have loved small things.
i was a kid who liked to make hidey holes under tables
or indoor tents or
to slide under my bed and examine the
geometry of black metal spiraling springs 
likely singing songs all the while. 
puff the magic dragon.
 this little thing i found in maine has a big job.
it's a bladder of some sort
once connected to a seaweed
providing a mechanism for flotation.
 i need some of that right now,
for autumn has brought me down under
deep into, saddened.
the election madness may have something to do with it.
who knows?
but i am struggling this autumn.
 i know that struggle is a place for growth
soil grows so well after it's been plowed and raked.
it's not so comfortable 
if you think of the worm's take on it all!
 so i've been putting in time substitute teaching
making paper
also making plans and books and poems.
 not much of it all, really,
but moving, some,
knowing the snow is coming.
 my neighbor's place loves sunset light.
  cows think their cow thoughts
bovine richness so different from my worries.
 the big sky here reassures me that change is constant:
that light spot in the clouds a crescent moon,
also changing.
 sunset light seems refracted 
everywhere.
brightening surprises
 reassure me,
drawn as they are by mother earth,
who also struggles against the machinery of rich men.
 i come back to
the tiny engineering brilliance 
 of a flotation device.
enough of these could balloon me up and up.
or, at least,
lift my heart.

20 comments:

  1. what is happening...
    i think it to be Collective
    i think WE are at a Time....humanity

    and i think finding this elegant and perfect flotation device
    is the Exact and Only way to go forward
    with determination, to do each our own part in
    learning some new way that we have yet to even imagine

    Earth can teach it

    Beauty FULL post, Velma, and comes as a gentle hand, reaching out
    Heart to Hearts....perfect.

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  2. One of my favorite things to do during childhood was to pop the dry sea weed bladders we would find on the beach, now I would hold on to them for flotation too... This post is beautiful and the first sky shot took my breath away for a moment. Wishing you peace where you can find it...

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  3. grace, thank you for coming by and responding.
    deb, peace is everywhere, and here, especially. it's just been one of those falls, for sure.

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  4. All, all beings with open hearts are affected by everything. The growing dark, the dark contentious elections, the woes of the big wounded world make inroads to our nervous systems. You are fortunate to witness light on a neighbors place, bovine beings, and to have tasks to pick away at and places to go where your spirit is both useful and welcome. The metaphor of that beautiful seaweed flotation device is perfect. This too will pass. Joy is always an option.

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  5. yes! michelle, joy is always an option. thanks.

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  6. Hi V - tis interesting how the seasons can impact on us so. At the moment we are amidst heat and smoke, migrating insects, beautiful migrating butterflies - what is it all about. It is lovely to have a small fragile fragment to remind one that it is possible to float above the challenges and enjoy so much of the ordinary. Wishing you buoyant vibes. B

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  7. indeed, barry, but the smoke worries me, in your country. i hope it doesn't mean wildfires already.

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  8. let's hang on to that precious,delicate flotation device.better times will come.

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  9. thank you for this gentle view from your peaceful space

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  10. mo, it's not feeling very peaceful, but i'm trying.

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  11. I'm not sure what is happening with you that you feel so down - but thank you for naming it. Thank you for showing us emotion and beauty and thoughtfulness.
    It's hopeful.
    It's important.
    xo

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  12. judy, you are not in the land of outrageousness and trump. i feel better now that the election is here, and it's all inevitable. i hope to god it's hillary. trump is evil.

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  13. thinking of you today, change is inevitable. Let's hope and pray it is for the good. Hugs!

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  14. jean, good change, well, i am hopeful. sort of...

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  15. I feel this too. Collectively over the open field of my heart -- stabbed ; grieving frozen numb disbelief at what seems impossible and yet so Known by us The belligerance risen unmasked flaunting itself ... And others vote it into the home office. I feel torn out of my own beauty and rights. Numb leads to anger and then more strengthening. Right now. Sad.
    Sending love.

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  16. Here, on the other side of Tuesday, I choose to see light and hope. Winter will come, with its cold and dark. But so too will spring, and with it the seeds of change will bloom anew.

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  17. liz, i usually remember this, but struggling the last couple days. but it will be ok.

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  18. Personally Im impressed by the quality of this. Generally when I come across these sort of things I like to post them on Digg. I dont think this would be the best to submit though. Ill look around and find another article that may work.

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