Energy

WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

June 12, 2022

         I would love to feel lots of energy today, and it should be easy to do, since I belong to a universe made of endless energy. Actually, I can’t avoid being perked up today, all day, since I am part of an endlessly vast universe made of endlessly vast vitality. I probably won’t always feel this inner vitality, but it will definitely always be there – my 37 trillion cells working freely and fluidly, my breath coming and going with reliable buoyancy, thoughts constantly zipping around inside me. I may sometimes feel fatigued today, but the universe that I am an important and inseparable part of will never be wearied of working its little and large miracles. When I feel sapped and drained, perhaps I should just watch, for a while, the tree limbs in our yard endlessly flowing and shifting with the steady – though invisible – movements of the air, or maybe I should simply pause for a few moments and feel the reliable rise and fall of my belly as my body does its dependable breathing with quiet exuberance. There will be forcefulness in every moment today, even in simply the fact that each moment will be made fresh and brand-new before my eyes. Today’s dynamism will be unlike any other day’s, always crisp in its newness. I just need to stay alert to the pizzazz and punch that will be always happening inside and all around me.     

And two scenes from our morning walk in the seaside village of Noank …

Ignite

WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

         Life is always igniting, though I usually miss the fun of watching it. Today,  each moment will ignite with the soft flames of newness, and thoughts will burst into various kinds of flares, again and again. Kindness will kindle all day long, giving me and everyone a chance for some soft light and warm-heartedness, and sparks of words will shoot up as people talk and old, bald men make paragraphs and poems. Explosions of freshness will occur all day long, like life set alight over and over. One second of silence might inflame me, the way a sunrise arouses the sky. Come on, young March 16. I am ready. Fuel me with your fire!

Below, some scenes from our 3-mile walk this morning on the Beebe Pond Trail…

Worker and Soak

WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

Sunday, February 20, 2022

WORKER

         I am fortunate to always be able to watch and appreciate the countless workers in the carefree factory of this universe of ours. All day long, my lungs labor with ease and pleasure to bring me fresh breaths, and my eyes, like true craftsmen, constantly bring sights into my consciousness in the most creative and comfortable ways.  The amazing artisan called Thinking is always hard at work, mysteriously making and sending thoughts by the thousands swinging through my mind, and each Moment, in fact, is an artistic toiler in the making of brand-new miracles.  

Strangely, the seemingly separate person called ‘me’ is more of a watcher than a worker. My job is to watch and welcome and understand and love what the workers of the universe are quietly accomplishing, moment after moment. How lucky can an 80-year-old dude get?   

SOAK

         Today, all day long, I will be soaking in the splendid peacefulness of life, even though I may be totally unaware of it. I may be faraway in my head that’s often full of worries and wonderings and what-ifs, but the boundless life that I’m part of will always be bathing me in the undisturbed endlessness of the present moment. Whether I realize it or not, I’ll be immersed in restfulness all day, because that’s where the universe always is, and I am one of its lucky partners. Hopefully, I can occasionally come out of my reveries and feel the marvelous soaking and rinsing in serenity that is always – always – happening. 

+ our chalkboard poem earlier this week +

WORDS LIKE LIGHT 

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

CLEAN

            As I begin writing, at 4:38 a.m., it is wonderful to know that each and every moment today will be utterly clean. I like to help Delycia keep our small home as clean as possible, but the good news is that I don’t have to do any work to keep the moments of this day clean. Each new moment will arrive absolutely scrubbed and spotless. If I imagine our living room as perfectly pristine, freshly painted and dusted and vacuumed, that’s what today will be like – a brand-new, beautiful, and boundless ‘living room’  presented in all its perfection, again and again and again. The hours will all be fresh and polished, as unblemished as a sunrise, even though I may sometimes (often?) be utterly unaware of their loveliness. It will be like living in an immaculate kingdom, moment after moment – a vast empire of  refreshing newness. I won’t have to be constantly dusting and polishing life today, for it will always be pure and untainted, a spotless present given by the universe to the universe, including me. 

“WHAT KEEPS THIS TOWN CLEAN?”

That’s easy. 
Trees sweep their own air 
with leaves,
winds can wipe yesterday away, 
and one song of a bird
will brighten a whole hour. 
And thoughts –
good ones –
can turn the town 
upside down 
with optimism,
can polish an afternoon
before your eyes.  

Our chalkboard poem for yesterday …