Tending to the Soil Beneath our Feet

Our willingness to drop everything for another is much easier than self-care. When someone calls in need we can clear our schedules, making room for whatever necessary. But what about self? Can we do the same for self-care?

Issues may arise within our busy days and too often we say “I will tend to this later.” Tabling our thoughts and burying our dilemmas they go unnoticed and often grow out of control. Can we recognize when this happens? Can we sit with our dilemmas in search of whatever necessary in that moment?

Do we open our tool chest, looking for proper tools to clear the issues at hand? Or can we just sit with and learn from it assuring it will not surface again?

Like  a neglected garden, our weeds will grow, strangling the plants baring fruit. We must tend to the soil beneath, while pulling any unwanted weeds within. There is no need for digging our heals into the soil. Instead we collectively gather the soil between our fingertips…sifting and loving the soil bound by our soul.

Stepping into the Canvas tending to the soil beneath our feet…walking gracefully light-footed and heart filled…as we tend to our garden within…Ani Po

Placing Our Piece Amidst the Great Puzzle

From willow trees,

To buzzing Bees.

Cloudy skies,

Brazened eyes.

Something sweet,

Ripened feet.

Shadows of night,

Walking bright.

Assuredly knowing,

Difficulty in flowing.

Singular or cellular,

Multiple and macrocosm.

Many pieces,

Just one in hand.

Finding right fit,

Stepping in a muddy pit.

Balancing left and right,

Allowing flight.

From head to heart,

World coming apart.

Illusion of thought,

All as naught.

Stepping into the Canvas with questions and more puzzle pieces in hand. The great Canvas or Puzzle of Life remains a mystery, playwright or musical scores yet unseen or shared, whether seen or not…we remain present. Breathing in, Breathing out…placing our piece amidst the great puzzle…Ani Po