Friday,  July 22, 2022

         Today, I want to practice the fine art of waiting. I want to wait, as often as possible, for my thoughts to settle down at the start of a fresh moment.  Each moment makes a brand new beginning – a new life, really – and I need to patiently wait and watch it quietly unfold. If I just linger awhile, taking a few deep breaths, my ambitious and sometimes obsessive thoughts will surely loosen and relax, and the magic of the moment will slowly appear. But it does take waiting – patient, easygoing ‘staying put’ right where and when I am. Maybe I’ll be a good ‘loiterer’ today, just cooling my heels, all day, in the refreshing comfort and wisdom of the present. That might actually be the best way to get a lot done!


In Staying, Kansas, 
staying is a popular pastime. 
Trees usually stay standing 
precisely where they are,
almost as if they think
they are lucky to be there, 
and laughter lingers longer here 
than in other towns.
Pillows wait patiently
for people’s heads to finally find them, 
 and happiness,
in Staying,  
insists on hanging around, 
hoping someone will notice. 
Towels in bathrooms stay put, 
well prepared for people’s hands, 
and the sky continues, 
day after day, 
to be the sky.
Best of all, in Staying, 
persists, hangs on,
and carries on.  



July 15, 2021


            Today, I want to think of each moment as an inviting door that is always easy to open. Vast and intriguing mysteries await me behind each door, and all I have to do is keep my eyes open and walk willingly through. It could be a day of fascinating adventures, each moment presenting enchantment that is mine to choose.  The simplest experiences could be beguiling today, each one small but absorbing. Standing in the kitchen waiting for coffee water to boil could be a bewitching few moments, and washing plates and cups could be a carefree and delightful task, one that I might feel grateful to be performing. Even walking across the carpet today can be an interesting escapade, feeling my legs somehow flowing through the room with gracefulness. “How does it all happen?” I might wonder in fascination as I move through the irresistible doorways of today. “How is all this magic made?”