TRANSITION

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March 29th
Visiting Barbara
(after successful knee surgery)

The Present
by Billy Collins

Much has been said about being in the present.
It’s the place to be, according to the gurus,
like the latest club on the downtown scene,
but no one, it seems, is able to give you directions.

It doesn’t seem desirable or even possible
to wake up every morning and begin
leaping from one second into the next
until you fall exhausted back into bed.

Plush, there’d be no past
with so many scenes to savor and regret,
and no future, the place you will die
but not before flying around with a jet-pack.

The trouble with the present is
that it’s always in a state of vanishing.
Take the second it takes to end
this sentence with a period–already gone.

What about the moment that exists
between banging your thumb
with a hammer and realizing
you are in a whole lot of pain?

What about the one that occurs
after you hear the punch line
but before you get the joke?
Is this the where the wise men want us to live

in that intervening tick, the time slot
that occurs after you have spent hours
searching downtown for that new club
and just before you die up and head back
home?

from "The Rain In Portugal"
Random House, 2016

 ~*~

March 30th

Manhattan Midnight
Full Moon in the crook of a crooked branch

~*~

March 31st

This City
Old and New

*

 ~*~

April 1st

Lines for Future Haiku
(7s and 5s)

by Ms.

An angel passes over

The egg proves rebirth

Surely Spring is here

Geese have returned once again

Sunday Christ rises from death

We'll celebrate April fools

Eat Candy, be glad

Hyacinth will bloom

And, all wars will end

I'm sending a wish

May you be well and content

Scatter seeds like promises
~*~

Sunny Morning
Duckling Dear

 Supper
Wild caught Alaskan Cod, Green sauce (one Cilantro salad dressing + Fresh Spinach pureed), Organic Pasta

 5PM

  Snow Tonight

 ~*~

Easter Past

https://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2013/03/sunday-morning.html
~*~ 

GIFTS of LIGHT

Friday Night

There is not much so curative

as a visit from a compatible friend.

Easy conversations, 'food' swapping:

my wheat for his lemonade,
His wittiness for my laughter, my variety of concoctions
for his willingness to make use of them.  

Lots of classical music, talk of the classics, and truths;

we read Barbara's poem "Three Laments".

Teas: two 'sleepytime' + two 'breathe easy',

sweetened by Stevia and steeped.

Sharing 'the unbearable lightness of being'

without ever calling it that.

We watched 

"Shine"

(see links)

 ~*~

Saturday
Made these Berry wine cordials by soaking wine with berries and spice for months, drained and bottled it for gifts today. I can not drink alcohol.

Doodled
"Twisted Rainbow"

However
My chronic condition was super bad today and no comfort for the left leg either so I took a walk with my cane.  Totally unstable and no ability to stand still in drizzley rain but I like the shot anyhow.

So it goes
~*~

Sunday
Aside from short sleeps, my Rx for CC, and a hot compress for the leg, music, a bit of broth and toast, nothing much. The old lady is still sick; so much so, I fear to alienate friends who call to say 'How are you', being tempted to say 'fine' . Of course I ask how they are and perhaps I'm told.  I'm not even up for company if any were available. One fairly close by friend has offered.  I don't want to chat on the phone. Everything takes twice as much energy as one thinks it might. Careful, 'You are quite grumpy' my inner therapist says. This is my fifteenth or so wake up from the aching let to heat the compress again and down another glass of "CALM".  I meant to post this at 10PM yesterday but it's already Monday morning. I 'want' to think this too will pass, and since everything does it will, but I don't believe it will be a return to well woman old age.  'It's the illness talking' my therapist says, 'don't listen'.  The rash has just flared up again all over my face too. Poor me.  Such darkness! I'm going to mine some old photos for light:

3.26 2010
Skylight
beautiful blue sky in the old Dharma Mittra yoga studio

 3.26 2011

Daffodils

found feathers, wooden carved chickadee and cardinal with the stone owl in the alcove by the alley window

3.26.2012

Forsythia 

in Westfield Massachusetts with dear old friends Jenny and Richard

3.26 2013

Cloth Work

 with light on my work table when I was still sewing

3.26.2014

Ceramic dove

that holds my mailbox key, backed by Jude Hills gift of a stitch sampler when she was leading 'The Magic Feather project.

3.26.2015

Stone Buddha

Given to me by Jude's brother, Nemo, and holding a $100 bill to remind me of the transitory nature of things, backed by a street found seascape I eventually gave to my Superintendent because he said it reminded him of his home in the Dominican Republic.

 

Lastly

This Happy Song,

the words of which are all true, and which I also posted at face book.

https://youtu.be/LHacDYj8KZM

Links

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shine_(film)
clip
http://www.imdb.com/videoplayer/vi630325529?ref_=tt_pv_vi_aiv_1