Updated: Oct 11, 2020
Yesterday I stood in the presence
Of a man that laughed at masks
And sneered at the conspiracy
I did my job and was cordial
And impartial on the outside.
Iron walls surrounding my heart
Ten-foot poles guarding my smile.
Three hours later I stood in the presence
Of a woman with guitar in hand
Singing me her new song and sharing
From her heart the light she sees.
A day can be like a pendulum
Swinging from one extreme to another
And I am the tender of my garden
The world is full of dichotomies
Pulling me in one direction and then another
Pushing boundaries and clanging loudly
Enticing with bling and subtle newness.
It’s exhausting living in this new world
With the fear and hate
hanging on people’s outsides
for all to see and hear
It feels like a hot summer day
with oppressive heat blowing in my face
pushing me and intruding
on my inner home
And then there are times
I find myself in a garden of
Beautiful flowers surrounded by
Real people doing good, sharing love.
I am clear on where I want to spend my time
I am clear on what I believe
I am clear on my boundaries
Of these outside forces.
My home is within
I’ve built it from bricks of experience
And truth with mortar of love and light
The doorway is the moment of now.
Living in our neighborhood are
Homing pigeons who have safe harbor
And are freed certain times of the day
To explore and fly with abandon
Always heading home when they are called
Back to their safe, secure nest.
I hear my call when it’s time to circle back
I find my comfort when I’m ready to
Feel the safety of my home within
Holding the doorway of now and
The presence of heart to
Circle back into my garden.
We are living in extremes
And extremes call for measures of
Force that align us with our truth.
Align us with our convictions
And sometimes using anger to
Blow the debris off our path to clarity
So we can settle back into ourselves
And find our home again.
I remember your instruction months ago using the image of breathing out through a straw helps focusing. (see April 10, Listening In and Out) I find it very effective.
When I was growing up, I thought a garden grew flowers. Not the fields of vegetables my father grew. During the