So much ado, so little rhyme.



They say, whoever they are, that selling a house can be as traumatic as losing a loved one.  Indeed as a house bound lady with a life limiting illness, “leaving home” has quite a bit of story attached to this two story abode.   And as I desperately seek the new house that I will call home and pray to the gods of Escrow that both houses close in tight synchronicity to make all of this earth shaking possible, I am reminded to stay EVER PRESENT in THIS MOMENT.  Which of course is a challenge, even for an old zen chick.  There are memories of raising my three children contained in these 32 walls (MLS listed the house as 8 rooms, I took the liberty of some poetic math).  And there are tears, fears and trauma in deeply rutted groves in the floorboards of my mind.  There’s no doubt its time to leave the past behind me and move forward into my new life.

And while the horizon is sunny out into the long term future for my soul mate and I, the short term crisis of loans and lending, buying and selling, and hopelessly looking for high speed internet in the new location are all pulling me away from The Now.

So much ado, so little rhyme.

I find mySelf often lost in mathematical oxymorons.  Wondering how, why, when and of course WHAT IF?!!

colorized animationIt is a roller-coaster ride
of lulls and lunges,
quick turns and sudden drops
that take your breath away
… if you let it.
If you forget that
the breath is your ticket home.
There is no better time than right now,
to allow your shoulders to release the weight of the world
you thought you were carrying and simply
enjoy the next breath
that automagically
comes into your lungs.
And it WILL come,
you don’t need to force it,
you don’t have to count it
or worry that
somehow it will be lost in the chaos.
Grace provides for the next breath
… the next step.
The gentle wind turns the page
so that we can
begin our new chapter,
the next verse in our
koan poem.

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