The Tide Is Now Turning

“To follow the way of water is to return to one’s spiritual essence.” — Hua-Ching Ni, The Book of Changes and the Unchanging Truth

“Be!” My grandson commands, so

I look closely with him at a puddle.

Present in this very moment

that stretches beyond time and space,

our hearts connect, pulsating

with this vibrant aliveness.

An insect is floating, and I conclude

it is dead, but he says,

“Bee!” again, and gingerly

fishes it out to rest in his palm.

The water drops off and the bug

stirs, drying its wings from the newfound

land of a toddler’s finger.

We have been talking about gentleness

with living beings, hugging trees.

And now his inquisitive focus

feels the creature step daintily

over his skin, as if showing

gratitude for salvation. I am watching

that wasp-like abdomen as it quivers,

worried that this love-fest

will turn ugly.  I teach respect

and yet I vibrate with memories

of wicked inexplicable stings.

He turns his finger and the exploration

continues but when he looks to me

in doubt, I say, “Fly, bee, fly!”

and whisk it off into the air.

We stand here like herons,

our feet in the water, yet rooted

in the earth, our faces lifted to the sky,

celebrating a tiny flight

with exquisite concentration,

and he says again, “Be!”

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: tide

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Grokking My Place

“Can you leave without a trace?” — Thomas Hubl

I came to the circle, fueled

by a very simple desire:

to observe and then honor

my body’s signals. To correctly translate

a cough, a sneeze, an itch

after a bite of food into a clear

instruction to throw away

this poison! And I am sincere.

Why continue to eat it, why keep

up this conversation of how costly

it was, how I cannot waste it?

When I step forward into my new

direction, the pull of the ancestors

is so strong that I lose my balance.

I turn to see my four grandparents,

never friendly, united now

by their Great Depression trauma

when food was precious, and lives

were at stake for those

who didn’t get it.

Behind them, a multitude of starving

ancestors, struggling through famine.

How to find a resource to ease this?

We celebrated the earth,

her bountiful nature that fed them,

and realized it is no longer the case,

her food now stripped of nutrients,

empty calories bursting with

genetically-inserted pesticides.

My body knows what is true.

My ancestors, seeing the light,

relaxed their grip.  And 12 hours later,

my son called.  He had to give two-weeks

notice to leave a very expensive

preschool, and though he’d still have

to pay, he knew his son

received more loving nourishment

with me, and that was what was important

and could I care

for him today?  Yes, yes, yes!

The release immediately felt

through all the generations,

karma vanishing without a trace.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: observe

Face Value

We have been experimenting with faces.
Grumpy is our favorite.
We pout our lower lips,
furrow our brows,
a hint of despair in our eyes.
And his grumbly whimpers
would make you cry.
Mine are so exaggerated
that we succumb to giggles
and then wallow in silly and happy.
Yesterday we named frustration
(I wanted a nap and he wanted to run
wild, bumping his tired head).
That one involves tears and wails,
important treasures to gather
on the road to standing sure
when emotions roil through you.
Expressing the full eruptions,
a loved one at your side,
saying, ah, I see your heart,
or oh, this is so difficult to endure!
And when I had to wake him early,
he tried so hard to be cheerful
before slumping against me
while we struggled into shoes.
“I wish,” I told him, “you could have slept
for two more hours, or a hundred
or a billion!” Reflecting now
to guarantee this child will never
be a faceless entity, lost
to his own being. Feelings
mold his beautiful face
and we celebrate each one
and name them as they emerge.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: faceless