Friday, January 26, 2024

Conrad spells Hope

hope feels 
like being able to take a complete breath without falling to pieces
hope feels 
like a place inside of me that I really want to be
when hope comes around the corner I recognize it, sometimes with wonder
like when I was in the grocery store the other day
having put my basket down in aisle 3 or wherever, as I often do
to grab a "few more things" that I "just remembered"
and balancing 7 things in my hands, tucked under my chin for support
I look up and see Conrad looking at the cereal selection that takes up half the aisle
He giggles out loud at the sight of me, as I recognize him 
out of place
I am used to worrying about him 
freezing to death in the weather
worry about how I will ask him in ways that do not offend
if he could use this sleeping bag 
I've been carrying it in my car
just for him
all these winter weeks
just in case I run into him to ask

Here he is, giggling, bright-eyed
tossing me a tease at my juggling
I laugh back and say hello because that is what we do when we see 
Hope and Wonder in front of us
I comment back on the acrobatic shopping that seems to be my style

As I check out, I check myself and wonder at his being in the grocery store
implying that it means a particular thing and he's okay
and remind myself that looking and seeing is not the same as seeing and knowing
choosing or buying
and that I do not fully know what the outcome of his visit might be
just because I saw him there does not mean a thing 
except that, I saw him in a place
unexpected
and laughing
and that to me is a wonder
seeing something unexpected in a place where 
you had already drawn your limiting conclusion 
of how things must be and you operate within those limits until
you check yourself and ask

As I made my way to my car, I looked out for him
saw his shopping cart
Tried to stop
to remember
really SEE him in the store
his cart
for what was really THERE 
not how I thought I saw him or it

Isn't hope a place you land inside of yourself
when you consider that what you see might not be 
the story you told yourself must be
a place where wonder sneaks up on you in aisle 3
and laughs with you?



 





Sunday, January 07, 2024

Snow Falling

This morning
I am awake, watching the snow 
fall for the first time this winter
doing my taxes early 
for once in my life
mud mask from the Dead Sea that Ruby brought back from Egypt
sucking the dirt out of each tiny pore of my skin
these are the true acts of healing and self care
Mew eating remnants of the fake fur carpet in the living room
next to the Christmas tree bought so early this holiday
now ready to fall apart with the slightest stroke of my hand
this mid life feels just as fragile, just as tender to me
I wonder how many more days or years will I have with you
how many more will I watch the snow fall
each winter
its heartbreaking beauty 
just like these memories passing through time
I am in this time of deep sadness and loss
and I am yet to lose anything
maybe that is why I feel so tender
today, I have what I need
you are safe and life is full 
you are on another doorstep of becoming
I am watching you move ahead of me 
my mom moving ahead of me
I am fragile 
like these cold crystalline shapes beautiful in my mud mask morning
ready to fall to pieces
from the imminent loss of the beauty
of this one life
that is mine