Category Archives: Daily Pause

“Poem” Pause: Being By a Cat

Nothing grounds me like a poem. Nothing. It brings me to life right where I am. Crossing the gulf of today’s #DailyDose is not a task too tall. It is paw by paw focus.

as the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot 

carefully
then the hind
stepped down 

into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot.

(William Carlos Williams, “Poem”)

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

The Road That Always Awaits

On those days when my energy is prone to spikes and subsequent lows, I return to this image, “The Road Awaits.” I pause, knowing I will walk through the rest of my day but in this moment, I await an evenness of mind.

Margaret Atwood wrote that “a word after a word after a word is power.” It is a path, this power, one every lover of words walks whenever possible. Not all paths are open to all. Some demand all.

Increasingly, I am fond of tweeting, the challenge of 140 characters with which to build words. The immediacy of the delivery creates paths everywhere. Some go nowhere and others make impressions I will never know.

Most of my words construct paths I will never walk, which is as it should be. Once I put together sentences, paragraphs become a message, perhaps one that awaits you. If so, no word in that path is ever mine again, not completely.

Surely, words return, singularly or in sentences. If the path I provided is thoughtful, it will join others as a road to places unseen and people unknown. When I am thoughtless, the possibilities are no less.

It is a path, this power.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

Grace Revisited: Still a Mystery

As Anne Lamott said, the mystery of grace “meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.”

No one and no one thing is immune.

We need not understand the mystery to experience it.

Grace strips away the nonessential, revealing our core— who we are— in mind and in body.

We have one body in a lifetime, and we require much of it. It delivers, ever adapting and adjusting to offer up the best experience available.

It is the heart that must make the mind bold to life anew, and somehow, it always does.

Grace moves us to deeds we once thought impossible.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

Pause and Repeat: The Monarch Warrior

A week from today I have my second hip replacement surgery. It means tapering off autoimmune disease medication.

It’s always a tricky time.

Physically, my cells shift to adapt to lack. In response, my mind releases words at whim. The challenge of the sentence looms.

I remember the warrior butterfly— bodhisattva— who forsakes the firm ground for walking on air. 

Such dramatic change does not come overnight but over a series of nights.

Each stage from ground to air is fraught with life ending possibilities. From the stillness of the larva, the caterpillar stirs to search for sustenance, consuming one leaf after another.

There is a reward for all this eating, and it is not rest but pupa spinning—the chrysalis—a chamber of tissue, limbs, and organs that once crawled but will one day fly.

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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,

but rarely admit the changes it has gone

through to achieve that beauty.

 Maya Angelou

Patience, human.

No new life emerges until the old is transformed.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

Pause and Repeat: Road Reflection

To live is more often associated with action than with being. Yet not all days burn bright. Some stay at low flame, just enough energy to remember roads once traveled. These are reflective days, not at all a loss but a refueling for days to come, for roads to know.  Road Awaits 072813

I call this image “The Road Awaits”; it shows just enough of itself before bending out of sight. I remember it as the kind of road that always asked a bit more.

It has been some years since my sandal heels crunched its gravel.

These days, I walk within. My roads, too, bend out of sight, sometimes sooner rather than later. No matter. There is still the sound of the road.

One remembers roads so traveled.

This post first appeared July 26, 2016.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.