Slow down, my dear. Yes.
Center Yourself and breathe. Deep.
There is no hurry.
***
Turn away from noise.
Let yourself listen to You.
Drop the illusions.
***
Blizzard of April 14, 2018. This is one reason I will slow down. My poor hubby will likely have to work another weekend day (MnDOT) to keep people safe out there. If you do go out, please be careful and drive slowly! If you don’t have to go anywhere, stay home and cozy.
This Saturday Share will be a little different, as I feel compelled to share a poem this time rather than a blog. This poem has haunted me since I heard it read by Liz Gilbert last weekend during our workshop on creative living, when it sent chills down my spine.
It is entitled Breaking Surface, and I linked to it and copied the text below with attribution and tremendous respect for Mark Nepo. The bold type is mine.
Let no one keep you from your journey,
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won’t let one life be enough,
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can’t be done.
Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.
You are the only explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.
***
Graphic from Mark Nepo’s website
Snow arrived again.
In time for Easter Sunday.
Ah, Minnesota.
***
No matter, I say.
I will still prepare the eggs.
Bright, shiny jewels.
***
Symbols of rebirth
Joy at the return of Sun(Son)
Grace, our precious gift.
Oh my dear Brasil:
Every time I think I know you,
You pull me over to another reality.
***
At once, I feel my temperature rising.
But while I wish it were a warm wash of romance,
It is all too often rage.
***
Is it a purposeful jabbing?
Do you do it out of mystery?
Or is it simply the “Brazilian Way?”
***
Can I entice you to show me
Why you must remain ever hidden?
Or will I say goodbye for a year, perhaps a decade?
***
I ask you this.
And you look to me. Wondering
If I am bluffing.
***
I assure you: I am not.
Do I continue to practice my Portuñol?
Or will you continue to reject my advances?
***
I will give you another day
To make up your mind.
After that, you can meet me up north.
***
This is getting old and so am I.
Waiting for you to meet me,
In the middle, somewhere.
***
(written in Brasilia, after a flight through Rio de Janeiro)
Spring time beckons, Love.
Rain storms instead of snow storms.
But Winter persists…
***
Minnesota, yeah.
Land of five months of winter.
Spring likes to tease us.
***
Still, like a lover.
We fall for her charms again.
And embrace her warmth.
Love instead of fear.
Can it be that easy, friend?
Yes. I believe so.
What you focus on
Becomes the way you live. Yes.
It is that simple.
Superbowl Sunday.
Minnesota gives you snow.
She gives you cold wind.
***
Welcome, visitors.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
Now: go home in peace.
***
Once your team has played,
No matter what the outcome.
It is JUST a GAME.
