OK Just as I am

I’m ok just as I am, huh?

That’s a weird, strange concept.

I always figured a little touch

up here & there wouldn’t hurt.

A small improvement in performance.

Increased horsepower or maybe

solar power these days.

I don’t need a make over?  hmm.

Maybe I’m not looking at

the same me others are.

When I talk to them I feel

a bit more ok when nothing’s

changed but our chat.

Can’t puff myself up

set up for deflation

by a pin wielding

Madman or woman?

What a concept.  OK as

I am. Hmm.  That

puts me out of a job!

I’ve been a constant


wanting to tap

my deepest potential.

I guess I can still do

that while not feeling

deficient in any way.

Constantly not liking my

paint job, looking for a

good deal to shine my

fenders & polish my brass.


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Swiss (Holey) Cheese

Perfection is all shot through

full of holes.

A piece of Swiss Cheese, as I like to say,

is not solid–there are many holes in it.

Like some theories.  Likewise you may

slip through the “holes”

in your own life not expecting to spill

the berry juice or hit the rut in the road

–a small rut at that–easy to miss–yet

you clobbered it dead center.

So if we generally act in an embarrassingly

foolish, maybe klutzy, clumsy

manner, we can feel good about

showing an example of an

“error” filled life that still “works”

despite setbacks, the flat on our

face falls that define anyone

who is getting ahead in this

world of earthly physicality.

So serve me up the Swiss

cheesy & ham on rye–haven’t

had that since I said goodbye

to grains, dairy & sometimes pork.

At any rate, odds are the cheese

has many holes–and costs the

same as a solid piece–if you

can find one!


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Pondering Steps

I’m too tired to write.

No, you’re not.  Just write something.

It will be wonderful.

I love my long walks.  Alone.  And in

the woods–no other human around.

No one can see me.  I rarely encounter


There, I can think.  Feel.  Reflect.

Project.  Plan–tentatively,


Only Nature is my distraction.  Or a

chance encounter with a friendly

soul I sometimes see.

Everyone else is sanely inside.

Locked in a/c homes.

Some homeless campers–no a/c

of course.  But they’re not walking

around in the 100+ degree heat.

I really reflect “hard” when

something’s on my mind.

I’m too tired to write, like I

said, but I wrote

something anyway.










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The Wind Blows

When the wind blows

you tell it to be quiet.

Little does the wind

know your need for

peace and silence.

Whoa! it says.  You–

little you–want me

to stop my uproar

for your pleasure &

preference?  Umm, yes.

You happy now?

Umm, yes.  Thank you.

Nature doesn’t always

cooperate to our every

whim.  Actually, it

rarely does.

We don’t think we can

control its fury & might.

We can & we do.

At any rate, you need to

speak up, make your

needs known and then

& only then, do you have any

chance of success.

The wind’s going to blow.

Make sure it doesn’t

disturb you.

Tell it to quiet down

when it’s too noisy.

See if it listens…

and complies.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

Close up of three tulip flowers.

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Get it Done

The sun will go black

this month.

heralding a new

age, some say,

or at least a new


The light that

returns will

begin to reveal



will be harder to


Days will be

more productive.

Action predominates.

Being gentle with

relationships is more

important at this

time as we all

can be a little more

on edge and feel out

of our element for

awhile.  Good time

to get some things

done, riding this

new wave of energy.







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Walking Backwards

Walking backwards–the route–

not my body–produces awarenesses

you don’t as readily notice when

you trek your tried and true

favorite path.

They were all there before but

now you see & feel them in a new


You may even test yourself by

trying to follow your

intuitive knowingness of

where & which way to go.

I got so far out that I

wasn’t sure the way back

would be all that enjoyable

if I was tired & pushing

to get home.  Which has

happened before when I get

greedy and go beyond what

my body & inner sense is

telling me.  I just love it

so much.  And some days

I’m feeling really great & that

enjoyment is all the more


But today turned out fine.

And my inner knowingness

assured me it would give

me the energy to get back

with ease.  I love walking.








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I want to enter into &

merge with your feelings.

I want a connection, a bond

to form,  unlike any I’ve ever

had before.

Those were tentative.  The

back door was always open.

Ready to be dashed out of at any

moment.  For an escape

of commitment.

How injurious of myself

to hesitate, to risk entering

into a feeling partnership

with another–at least

initially–to form a

basis for a stronger bond.

I must be easy on myself,

not ever having bared that

vulnerable part of myself

much in my life.

‘Mistakes’ of fear & hiding

as so painful.  Much

more so than opening

I would think when I have

the courage to do it.

I’m ready to start

practicing.  Any other

way is just too painful

to run from.


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The rest is rest.

Have to hurry

to catch the dawn.

Cool weather permits

sweat-free walking.

Only chance to leave

a whole hour


and return with an

empty mind

and a full

repertoire of fresher

thoughts that

renew and

settle bodily

states so

restless before

but only less

so now.


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Proximally Close

We’re really shut off–from others

behind our computer screens.

Community is lost within our four

walls and can’t be found.

Only artificially by extension

can we learn to relate with others

and then it is such a partial


So much is lost in the distant

impersonalness.  Sure, some

is gained somewhat, but a

scattered incomplete view is

had with a lot of holes to

be filled in when a ‘real’

experience is had–with

eye contact, tone of voice,

posture, position and

warmth of proximity.







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Damn the Torpedoes

Freedom, deservability.

What holds us back

is not outer circumstances.

It is the belief that we are

restricted.  Unworthy.

What nonsense is that?

The world is paving a

road to our doorstep to

deliver it all.  Everything

we want.

Whether we know it or not.

We push it back in

the face of Providence

when it moves in our

favor.  Push back much?

A DIY sabotage

to an unruly mind/heart

that is born on the

“wrong” planet and wants

nothing to do with it,

Attitudes and feelings

are our gallows.

Unleash the devil within.

It has run our lives

much too long.  It’s

the poison that kills our

will to move ahead.







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