Health & Healing

The Moon In Cancer

I am in Caregiver Mode.

Someone close to me was recently diagnosed with cancer.

This has stirred up a lot of things. The life that we live is largely routine. Even the ways we try to get deeper, more ‘inside’, more ‘connected’, becomes a routine. Then suddenly something knocks on our door. A wake-up call. These things happen.

Big difference

That which is for you a poem for me is not,

that which is a poem for me for you is not,

that which is for you a truth for me is not,

that which is a truth for me for you is not,

that which is for you a peace for me is not

that which is for me a peace for you is not,

that which is for you love, for me is not,

that which is for me love for you is not,

A Living Album

The other day, as I was out to “buy” something, I realized that for me, things are much less valuable than experiences. My “things” have a habit of wearing out… my experiences, not so much.

I hold all of my experiences tucked inside of me, and I pull them out like a treasured photo album… ah, but here the analogy ends, for this particular photo album is alive.

The photos have not faded, the corners are not bent, each unfolds again and again as I pull it out. The faces have not dimmed over time. None have turned to black and white. They are filled with bright colors, with the lessons and learnings, the emotions and the wonders of all that I am capable of feeling.

What a great camera, what a great camcorder, I hold the magic button to. Press… LIVE !! Press I AM ALIVE, press I FEEL, press and I THRIVE.

The Not-So-Grim Reaper

When my daughter was very young and scraped her knee while playing, as kids do, or had a fever, I would ‘kiss it better’, sing her a song, and reassure her that everything would be OK.

She accepted this without question.  I was her mom, and in her eyes, I could heal.

A few years ago when my doctor said “I have some very bad news for you”, I was terrified, frozen with shock. Cancer.

“But, I eat so well, I stay active, meditate! I’m a peaceful person!” Suddenly my life was filled with teams of doctors and I had to think about treatment options. The decisions seemed impossible to make.

A Blank Page

I’m sitting in front of another blank page, while jazz quietly plays through my computer speakers. This is truly my idea of a great time. It starts in the moment and continues into the next.

I enjoy being reminded that each page in my life is unfolding before me and I love the mystery of not knowing what will manifest next. It’s like an unfinished sculpture or an incomplete song.

It slowly develops, creating its own shape and form, moving my fingers along the letter keys into unknown territories. I delve a little deeper and something else manifests.

Maybe it’s just a gentle nudge or a hint of something sweet that opens another door, a portal perhaps into another world within this one. Ah!!! now that’s what I call Eureka.

Inner Rhapsody

Sometimes I feel that if I do not connect then I am not truly living.
I am going through the motions but not establishing that one tone
That can set all my strings in harmonic balance. The range of notes
Is extreme, yet I long to hear sounds above the normal spectrum and hone

My senses to concentrate on only one tentative melody that is playing
In the distance; and I am drawn, as if it were a sirens faintest song.
So once again all that I see before me disappears. The only reality
This need to absorb these hints of rapturous phrases. I know I belong

With this music. I know it is my heart that dances when I hear this beat.
Only this rhythm can fill me. Other music cannot attain these heights.
Only when the rarest musician and the rarest instrument have found
One another can this clarity of perfection be played.

When, ones sights Attune to this level of mastery, one may consider oneself supremely blessed.

This fortune is thought by most to not even be possible. The reality
Of this unified combination produces a composition that is simply out of this world.
It doesn’t have its basis in normal defined parameters, its inclusive totality

Encompasses ranges that can be heard as underlying base components.
Its measurement scale cannot be calculated. The instrument has the capacity
To influence the whole expression of the spectrum. The melody brings light
Into a space that once only held darkness. This is the power of rhapsody.

There is a joy that ushers forth when this symphony of symphonies is heard.
There is no equal to its glory. It captures your full attention and for this rapt time
Bliss escorts you into divine companionship. The fullness of union plays.
There is nothing else worth listening to.

Nothing else is anywhere near as sublime.