Posts Tagged ‘life’

Anniversary?

Monday, October 7th, 2013

How

does

one

celebrate
a lingering love
on the anniversary date
when the lover has moved on
and the commitment is gone
but deep connection persists
and only wisdom resists
the heart’s desire to call
and walk again – now wiser – this fall?

The eighth sixth of October

(c) 2013 patty (fern) love

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A Birthing Prayer

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

I pray for the mother about to give birth.
I pray for the child ’bout to walk on this Earth.
I pray for their safety as they move through this change.
I pray that tomorrow we will not be the same.

Copyright 2009 by Patty Love

Notes:
– May be sung to the rhythm “ta ta ti-ti-ti-ti ta ta ti-ti-ti-ti”  (If I find a better way to express this musically, I’ll edit the post.)
– The last line is meant as a more general prayer for the rebirth and raising of consciousness of the world’s people.  This is along the lines of one of the Buddhist traditions of praying for ourselves and then for all sentient beings.

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Rough Road Ahead – Next 12 Miles

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

“Rough Road Ahead – Next 12 Miles” reads the sign.  I was travelling home from a day of blessed solitude in my heart’s home – The Adirondack Mountains.  Winding back from Blue Mountain Lake, I thought, “I’m so grateful to have that warning.”  Usually, when there’s rough road ahead in my life, there is no warning.  No sign.  But here, on my daytrip, I could prepare.  I could slow down.  I could heighten my awareness.  I could assess my surroundings.  I could be careful. 

In day to day life, there aren’t such warnings or, if there are, the sign is too small to see.  The rough road appears out of nowhere.  A smooth, beautiful morning suddenly turns rocky during a disagreement in the early part of the day.  Or a relaxing evening becomes stress-filled because someone is not participating in our family in a positive way.  During these times, I wish there had been a sign warning “rough road ahead” so that I could slow down, take a deep breath, and pay attention.  Without getting caught up in my emotions, blinded by my anger, I could handle the bumpy terrain in a more skillful way.  How can I make that happen?

The sign even tells me for how long these conditions will last – 12 miles.  I can glance at my odometer and take note  so I’ll know when to expect the rough road to come to an end.  However, during my day, just as the beginning is a surprise, so, too, is the end.  Suddenly things will smooth over and I might not even notice because my emotions are still shaky or my mind is stuck in the stories of the past.  My mind is still riding that rough road.  No, the end is not apparent immediately.  Nor will the beginning of the next patch be. 

In my new marriage and my new stepfamily, the road is rough.  The children don’t want to be part of this adventure; this partnership that my husband and I have created.  Friends bold enough to speak to this topic have advised me that the first year will be the hardest.  12 rough months not 12 rough miles.  “How can they know?”, I wonder.  Is there a sign?  With nothing else to cling to but hope, I feel reassured by this verbal sign.  I’ve (we’ve all) survived 3 months so far.  Nine to go.  Whew! 

I hope their wisdom, my only sign to go by, is right.

patty love
Copyright 2009

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