I found my Haiku “Good Housekeeping” forgotten among my drafts and published it yesterday. The classical elements Fire, Water, Wind and Earth that my poetry alludes to have been a part of my morning meditations for a quarter of a century.
I light a candle and drink my coffee. Fire is the flame that begins with my striking a match. Without air the candle would not burn. Earth is all around me in my potted plants. Water keeps them alive. My meditations have nourished me and kept me connected with God and the universe.
Lately I lament the sea-change of our world moving on a wave of violence. I shed tears over the burning of cities and homes. I mourn the disregard for the basic needs of human and animal life, and our planet. Fire, Water, Wind and Earth surround us still. I pray for winds of change to blow us toward justice.
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Oh sweet friend, it is so hard, this world, and I understand your mourning. xx
Blessings on you for befriending me, Christy. Thanks for understanding. At this point I don’t seem capable of writing about some of the things that spoke to me last year. ❤
Lovely! sad
Thanks for reading.
Most welcome
I do understand your grief. Perhaps our task as elders is to hold onto hope. We’ve seen so many changes during our lives. And I think back on the early years of the 20th Century and it’s wars and discord. A parallel in so many ways to the opening of this century. So I remember Hegel’s theory of history as a spiral of ever widening spiritual growth. That gives me hope.
Thanks for your encouraging words, Janet. I pray I’ll move beyond numbness to hope.
You will. I have faith in you and your great love.
Blessings and thank you, Janet.
Oh indeed, these are times of sixes and sevens and I am so grateful for the comfort and security that nature offers to me with the present unfolding of Spring.
This is such a lovely piece of writing and you speak for so many with your words.
Thank you. 🌍
Good way to describe the times. Today feels like real Spring after snow two days ago. It does help. I am grateful that my words can speak for you and others. I think we will get through this in community.
Your morning meditation ritual sounds like an elixir. Something to emulate 🙂 I like the hopeful ending.
Elixir is a good word for it. Thanks, Heath. I’m glad you hear hopfulness. I’m discovering that writing about my depressed thoughts and having you and others respond is giving me hope.
It isn’t always possible to write about the joyful, but your meditation sounds like a sacred moment in the day.
Yes. it’s my way of simply checking in with the day and the universe.
I love the elements you are mindful of. We have lost sight of them in this “enlightened” age, blinded by digital elements on the screen.
I appreciate your sensing what my words were about.