I am seeing the Spring blossoms
as I have never seen them before,
pink
white
caressing my perceiving,
my senses invited
to Nature’s wedding reception,
the blossoms a love-infused bride,
the trunk an elegant groom.
We are all privileged guests
of this natural union,
silently listening
as the branches
and leaves
whisper their applause.
Let’s catch this bouquet
of abundant flowering,
sharing in a simple gift
of Nature.
I wrote this poem the Winter before last, while sensing the presence of my late partner in the first glimpse of morning
CONNECTED BY BEAUTY
Dearest One,
You passed my bedroom window
In the flight of a winter bird,
The lightest whisper
Across my immediate landscape,
Your shape described
By a swift, speckled-brown movement.
Snowflakes fall
Making fresh music with the air
Forming a delicate dance,
Some ushered by the wind
To a skater’s glide,
Others parachuting
In a patterned freedom.
Nature is offering
Her magical surprises,
Partnering my awareness
With a palette of love.
Connected by Beauty
I take your hand
For this heavenly, morning waltz.
For a long time now I have been grinning and bearing a pain in my right leg, ignoring all the advice from friends, family and healthcare practitioners to reduce my workload. After last week’s Hellerwork session, it has been discovered that the pain in my leg was being referred from damage to the psoas muscle which is a key muscle for fluidity and flexibility of movement. I got the message, and for the time being, I am working fewer hours and faithfully doing the suggested exercises. Even though I won’t be changing the ‘what’ of my work, I am changing the ‘how’ of it in order to learn a new approach to my working life. As Einstein said “A problem cannot be solved by the same thinking that created it”.
The blog got put to one side while I summoned up the courage to address this part of me which was knocking at the front door of my being, and I had a very strong feeling that if I didn’t admit it, it would take the back-door route, and I would end up immobilised and with no agreeable choices for some time.
This urge to take care of my health, necessitating a change in my thinking as well as my routine, has caused me to look at how this damage came about in the first place. Trawling back through 57 years of thinking patterns has helped me to identify a learned set of behaviours in relation to how I work. While I was lying on the massage table last week, following the bodyworker’s hands with my breath – I can assure you this brings your attention to every cell – I had an image of my brain divided in two halves, the left side was light and energised, while the right side was dark and stagnant. This was not a happy discovery, and led to the thought that one part of me was very happy and fulfilled, and the other part very sad and unattended. How could I have allowed myself to become so divided?
While I address this question, and perform alternate nostril breathing to clear my head, I am relieved to be taking responsibility for my present and future health.
