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Rain
She arrived with a flash.
I waited.
Waited.
Thunder rolled overhead.
I waited.
Waited.
Salvation poured over me.
.
Sit
I just wanted to sit on the steps.
No reason really.
Just sit.
Watch people. Do nothing.
I watched people walk by, sit on steps, talk, catch Uber rides, hail taxis, eat while walking.
There was a white dog trotting down sidewalk. Her fur was very clean. Very white. She had a proud, friendly prance. She was smiling.
Dogs smile you know.
It was sunny. Not hot. Not cold.
I don’t remember how long I sat.
Miracle.
That Moon Still Catches Me
Yes, all of us on earth “look up and wonder at the same moon,” but it still thrills me to know that we do.
I stare at that shine in the night and imagine people in different parts of the world and wonder what they are thinking right now as they, too, look at the moon. And what did those on the other side of the night where its now morning think when they saw the craters that look like a face. Or does everyone think it looks like a face? A man? What are the traditions around the world?
People living in places that may be very different from my home…a city, a field, a jungle, a mountain, war ravaged terrain, lush garden… I imagine they have that same feeling inside. The one that catches us off guard and reminds us we’re just one here together on this planet. We really do all look up and “wonder at the same moon.”
And I believe in that surprising moment we share a longing to connect together.
Sometimes that’s when I ask the moon beams to thread us together. Remind. Just one. Together. All here. Same planet. People. Sharing feelings.Love.
This Day, A Collision of Joy
This day, a collision of joy
This day of birthdays and religious contemplation
This day of sunshine and happy smiles
This day I was touched when my teenage son came to take an afternoon nap in the sun with the cats and me as we slept curled up on blankets on the floor
This day I rode my bike which always feels like freedom to me, memories of my childhood when two wheels let me go farther away from my home on a safe explore and return before dark
This day I said several prayers several times for the sherpas on Everest, the teenagers submerged on the ferry and the passengers on the still missing Malaysian plane
This day I live knowing little things can change the world and we can all do them: no plastic bottles, no plastic bags, walk, eat less meat, be kind to all living beings…and all is living
This day I remember joy is a choice
Go Fly Now
Son.
We’ve given you love.
We’ve been steady all these years.
We’ve paid attention to you.
Been engaged in your life.
Believed in you.
Love you.
Just…
loved you.
Now,
you have to find those places in you
that make you,
you.
You have to feel your power
separate from us.
Defining and
refining.
We can’t do it for you.
It’s strange
being a loving parent
who must push her child
out of the nest.
Life in My Suitcase
Live on the road
Stay in the sky
Not really too certain
don’t understand why.
Just know that it’s me
its not against you
I know that I love you
I know that its true.
I feel an adventure in me everyday
There’s something inside me that makes me that way.
Still I love all the travel
There’s much I can do
I know its confusing
you think that its you.
BethenyReid 