What Do I know?

How often do we stop ourselves
 from saying what we want to say for fear of another's judgement? 

How often do we stop ourselves
 from listening as we pre-judge the worth of another's words?


Not only do we not know the truth,

that is,
we do not know 
that which we do not know, 

more importantly,
we do not know what it is 
that we do not know.



Listen. 
Let.
Learn.

Just Like That

Suddenly, without any warning,
it is now again,

and again.
Just Like That,
it is Now.


Did you see it coming?
Or did you,
too,
open your eyes wide
in such
surprise?

Thinking

How much do you think?

As the body becomes less adept, less able and strong,
there comes a realization that now is a time for thinking.

Always, there has been a struggle between Doing and Being:
to read or to mow, to write or to dig the garden, to stop or to run.

Running is no longer possible -- walking is perforce slow.
Sitting must be brief; computer time and reading limited.

And thus is born a fresh lifestyle: read a little, walk a little,
write a little, stack wood a little (against Dr orders, but

ever the daring and adventurous spirit claims the right
to choose risks carefully) wearing a back-brace.

And through it all, to think, to think, to let loose these
rampant, wild, inexcusably obtuse and unrealistic thoughts.

Slow Blog

Six years passed between the first post on this blog and the second.
Now, six years after the second post, I'm checking in again.
Yes, here it is. This slow blog holds a place for words
 as slowly as I choose to write them.

And it's winter again. I live alone now:
Have buried my husband and two cats in the garden,
each a year apart, letting me settle into solitary living gradually
slowly learn who it is I am when there is no one else here to tell me.