Hang me out on the line to dry

Today I feel like I was wrung through a wringer last night. And I have a strong visual image to go with that, having watched grandma's hand get caught in the old wringer washer.

At least she was able to stop it before it went any further. I also have a sort of cartoon image in my mind of a whole body going through and coming out flat and wrinkled, like the big bed sheets we fed through the wringer.

It is very hard to change old patterns of behavior, to overcome karmic tendencies. To not keep doing things the same old ways while expecting different outcomes.

It is hard to do what feels like the "right" thing while knowing that to someone for whom you care deeply it feels like you are being heedless of their needs and their discomfort.

Morning always comes. And fences get mended. And connections get repaired. And the sheet that got pressed flat by the wringer billows out on the clothes line in the sunshine.

Our hearts are strong. Our foundations are deep. We can rebuild. We can avoid the fault lines, sister the joists, erect a tent even in the midst of a storm.
We can learn and grow. We can keep on keeping on. We can make new choices. Communicate in different ways.

We can keep our loving arms open wide. We can look into each other's eyes and see our most true selves. We can take turns carrying each other when we are tired. We can smile and laugh - really.

I'm gonna smile and laugh and love today.

Thanks for listening.

sarah

Those pesky pear trees

We have blossoms here everywhere now. I will try to photograph the bradford pear trees blossoming all along our street. Those trees are pesky as they drop branches a lot, but in spring they really shine.
Maybe some of our lives are like that. Sort of prickly a lot of the time but then really alight with fire in our season.

Today I want to weave a web that ripples with dancing light, celebrating all the connections I felt yesterday. And to find ways to REALLY connect with those shining lives.

sarah

O happy day!

Ever noticed how we tend to share our angst more than our joy?

Today is my birthday, and my buddhist birthday too.

My heart is happy. And dancing.

Life is full. Life is good. My community of friends and family surrounds me with loving arms, come what may.

I never really learned to dance, but my heart dances with the rhythm of the universe, even when my body is out of step.

Join me in the dance.
sarah