WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

Monday, December 6, 2021

CRUSADE

            In a way, life is always leading a crusade. Every present moment is a historic movement for freedom. It’s like the here and now is always a drive toward excellence and boundlessness, a campaign that is successful the moment it begins, which is right now. Even though I only occasionally realize it, I am part of a solemn but pleasant struggle toward deliverance and enchantment. The present moment – including me – always does battle with fears about the future and past, and is always victorious. Each and every moment waves two flags simultaneously – that of battle, and that of victory. I feel fortunate to be part of such a serious and satisfying offensive. 

THE SKILLFUL GARBAGE BAG
(about Braelynn J., 52, Blessings, CT)

(written with the help of 
random words taken from
www.randomlists.com) 

She said she was sure
if she wore a silky,
knee-length skirt
the garbage bag would be good 
to her, would give her 
the guarantee of tenderness 
in the tough job 
of cleaning up the yard. 
As the skirt swirled along, 
she felt like she was skiing
around the yard,
easily winning the big battle 
with brush and twigs and limbs. 
The garbage bag 
brought her hope
as it sat there 
getting stuffed and smiling. 
It was like an accomplished, 
enduring 
donkey
doing what its master
with the stunning knees wished. 
The cowardly so-called tough job 
shrunk away
as the dexterous garbage bag
filled itself full
and the skirt cooperated
in its impeccable, 
streamlined
 way.

And here are some scenes from our sunrise walk along the Mystic River yesterday morning …