A whirlwind blew through my life this month, a combination of awaited accomplishments, new adventures, new losses and exhausting adjustments. Now it’s settling down and I am collecting myself.
This happens sometimes. My response to this larger distraction can be the same as it is for those small moments of woolgathering in my meditation practice: I catch myself, release all blame, recommit and return to my practices.
the whirlwind came through
and now I am
picking up pieces
I wipe off the dust
and consider each one
jagged bits of anger
limp shreds of losses
shiny accomplishments
each one with its story
each one with its beauty
no matter
just begin again
breathe in
breathe out
say (with Liz Lamoreaux)
yes, even this