it’s not the turning of a clock
but the turning of my heart
that makes for a new year
some days are just one more
of the days that went before
until I stop to notice
so, this year
is less about resolutions to break
and more about attention and appreciation
the nice thing about this frame
is that as soon as I remember my intention
it’s already accomplished
What a delight
to face the new year
without anticipated guilt
I’m smiling when write ’19’
[photo by jesuscm_Huawei P20 series per cc 2.0]
even the simple things
can reflect the light
[image by Susan Murtaugh per cc 2.0]
oh my holy one
your whisper softly brushes
the surface of my soul
your deep compassion
calls up the love within me
your gracious smile
plays across my heart
and spills out of my eyes
you within me
that is where hope begins.
[photo by Andi Erdner per cc 2.0]
Looking forward to giving thanks.
It is an interesting exercise.
It holds blessings
And hidden challenges.
There is a grace in preparing food
In anticipating the laughter and hugs
In remembering the favorite delicacies
And simple dishes of past years.
Making the cookies that grandma made;
Fixing the ‘right’ dressing
Or the green bean casserole
These are all are a kind of sacrament.
They honor family
And weave a tapestry of memory
And help to keep the place at the table
For those who no longer attend.
But we must remember
In the remembering
To actually be at the meal
With those who actually come.
There is no confection,
There is no perfection
(Even if perfection were possible)
That is better than presence.
So, I pray that I will remember
To attend to the family
More than the meal.
To let the mess become a miracle.
For that is the way of grace.
[photo by terren in Virginia per cc 2.0]
Where did I put myself?
Surely, if I run around
Peeking under every thought or action
Second guessing every move,
Surely, I will uncover my true self.
Instead, the empty box remains empty.
All the busyness is just a desperate attempt
To fill the void and distract the mind.
There is still no substance, there.
The more I fuss and fuddle
The more I do and do
The more I hide behind the masks of effort
The less my heart is sure
The less my soul is true.
So, finally, I fall exhausted in a heap.
Relieved, at least, there is a me to fall.
(At least, I think so … let me look.)
Have I managed to erase myself
Instead of just hiding my mistakes?
The perfect me is a fiction.
Even the efforts to be a better me
Fall useless to the ground.
Only this befuddled, messy me is left.
Yet, turns out, that is the me you love.
It is the real me
The one I keep losing under the mess
The one that I try to deny or fix
That is the one you hold within your heart.
And in that holding I am made whole.
If you love me
Maybe I can love me, too.
And then true transformation can begin.
[photo by Observe The Banana per cc 2.0]
Is your jaw tight?
Is your heart clinched around fear?
Is there a knot in the core of your being?
So, today I will set a different intention.
I will look for opportunities to smile.
I will listen for the kind laughter of friends.
I will release the world to the care of the Holy One
And step into the flow of grace.
All I have to do, is force myself to relax.
Arrrgh! …. Oh! Ahhhh!
[photo by Thomas Hawk per cc 2.0]
There in the midst of goblins and glitter,
There where shy eyes peek out behind scary masks,
There where audacious personas dance with secret dreams,
There you are.
On this day you pick your fantasy
Or face your fears in your own mirror.
There is more to us than school uniforms or suit coats.
Isn’t it interesting what can be revealed by a mask?
And isn’t it a wonder, a gift of grace,
That all the strange variety of life,
Can knock on our doors this night,
And we smile and give candy and well wishes.
[photo is my own]