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Bathing In

I need to bathe in the music of the soul

That which is beautiful and free
without sadness

I don’t want to bathe in the bloated belly
of discontentment and sorrow
and hopelessness

There is a light out there
that shines brighter than any
chasm is dark

And it doesn’t blind
but leads and fulfills and carries
when the void does come

Bathe with me in this

Engulf in the sweet luminous sound
of all that is good in this world.

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It’s been over 2 months since I’ve written. I’ve sat down at my computer multiple times since then and just stared at the blank, white screen. But nothing. I can’t type a word. I’ll think of a dozen ideas and lines when I’m biking, driving, scouring the aisles at the grocery store, walking up the gravel drive toward the classroom to work. But at the computer, NOTHING.

I don’t like writing about not being able to write. I’ve done it several times on this blog. But what’s a writer’s blocked mind to do?

I’m hoping at least this will unclog the faucet and let something flow again.

It’s been one crazy 2+ months. So much so that I can’t even divulge it all. Let’s just say I’ve dealt with death, loss, sickness, physical pain, emotional pain, disappointment, anger, sadness, despair, sometimes all those negatives at once. Most of it being out of my control, which makes it that much worse.

However,  among all that imperfection and just plain suckiness a warm blanket covers me with children’s hugs that squeeze me from the core, family support I forgot I had, the kind ear of friends, a rogue, sweet birdsong in the middle of a dark silence.

I told one of my dear friends if we don’t have Hope, we have nothing. There is always hope here, even in somber moments when the only faucet flowing are the salty tears plopping down my neck.

I’m grateful for so many things. There is light and laughter and happiness. And that’s what keeps me, all of us, afloat.

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Beauty in the World

There are exotic places I’ve been

There are exotic places I dream of
in my cubicle at work

And there is the beauty outside my front door

It makes my 2.5 days of available Paid Time Off
bearable

Twilight’s blue sky
two stars I make wishes to

A spring breeze
carrying live Saturday night
music to my ears
keeping all but one mosquito
away

Palm trees like I dreamed of in
childhood
swaying right before my eyes

The smell of a charcoal grill
and something I would probably
not eat
wafting deliciously in the wind

The Magnolia tree
the flowers flitting so
intoxicatingly
waiting to be plucked
illegally

Norfolk Pine fingers
dancing in twilight wind

A storm miles away
it can’t touch me
but I see the lightning
as if it were touching my skin

I breathe in this night
I breathe in this beauty

There is hope in this world
and I can feel it from
within.

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