Tuesday, April 20, 2010

morning's whirlwind

Focusing on breath, yet finding I scarcely have time to breathe.
Listening to the cat's purr - wishing I could be so content.
From where has this whirlwind of my mind come? How can I make it stop?
I've typed over a thousand words this morning. Breathed a dozen cleansing breaths.
Started and stopped and still...
the tornado of ideas and creations and concerns whirls through my mind,
creating it's own wind tunnel of chaos.

Yesterday, I walked in the wind. I felt Spring's air upon my bare legs -
my skirt floating on the breeze of God and the steps of my desire.
I watched the newly bursting lilac blooms nod to me as I passed by.
A floating kite appeared in the sky, its imaginary string held in my palm.
I paused and naughtily picked a dandelion puff and blew the seeds into the wind,
(being mindful, of course, to avoid the neatly manicured lawn along my path.)

Wind. Breath of God. Ruach.
I write and I recall those moments of bliss,
and in the recollection, I am once again - if only for a moment-
Present.

photo circa 1997 © h3 images - artwork currently on display here and here.

7 comments:

SUNRISE SISTER said...

If only for a moment - is that all we can hope for? Reaching for the moments must eventually become a habit - hopefully. Reach, reach, read - just as the beautiful little face in the photo is doing, trusting there will always be something/someone who will take our open hand.

xoxox

Tess said...

Beautifully evocative.

Anonymous said...

:) Beautiful. Love, Pamela

lucy said...

thank you, lovely ladies, ss, tess, pamela. three of my absolute favorites! so glad we share the same breath! xoxo

Anonymous said...

Ditto :) Pamela

Abbey of the Arts said...

such a breath of fresh air! :-)

lucy said...

thanks, c + special gratitude for mentioning me at the abbey :-) xoxo