May you be free from fear... May you be free from desire...
May you be blessed with acceptance... May you be blessed with joy...
May you be blessed with acceptance... May you be blessed with joy...
![]() I've been thinking about posting again. So... here goes. It's been awhile and the older I get the more I realize everything goes in waves... feast then famine so to speak. Ultimately I'm totally OK with that. Why not? Not much point in fighting it, really, although that never stopped me before. Yikes! I'm listening to "When Things Fall Apart"... Pema Chödrön. (Another sign of the modern age, I'm not "reading" it, I bought the book but I'm listening via Audible.) Thanks to Krista Tippett and her interview with Devendra Banhart. I found Pema on my own decades ago but there's that wave thing again... in and out, here and gone and back again. She is of course much more eloquent... things come together and they fall apart, come together and fall apart... you just need to have room for it all. I've been writing still to myself, for myself and reading every day. My favorite book lately is "All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten" Robert Fulghum. This morning the passage that came across to me was "Grandfather"... Fabulous. You'll need to get the book I guess and read it. I'll give my impression but I'm sure you will have your own revelation when you read it. Basically miracles happen every day to ordinary people like us... Murphy's Law works both ways. It is really about focus and perspective... I'm moving right along a flow of some sort... I just wrote a poem about my superpower. That's it! But the poem, I just realized, needs work before I post it. It has so many windy roads... fabulous and fun! In the meantime I have a bit about the fucking virus shutdown... sorry... not sorry. Yes the FUCKING virus shutdown, quite a cosmic cluster fuck, thank you government and media! It's all already old news. Holy fucking shit I wrote this little observation on March 24th... It's May 23 almost two months ago! I wonder what I will say about this five or ten years from now? I guess that's enough from me for now. I'll check in again soon. Promise! Time OUT How long will it last? How long will it take? For you to SLOW Down? To Open up – to Breathe? To sit quietly and Contemplate your navel…? Are you still rushing, When there’s nowhere to go? Have you noticed the tension? The undercurrent of urgency? There it is… constant, nagging, Dictating your reaction and response Judgement – expectation Hurry! Are you frantic and anxious? For no apparent reason Or something outside your control? Time out friend… Go to your corner Close your eyes Contemplate your navel For awhile - Head down - No fidgeting! The Universe – THIS universe Where our planet lives Has declared, decreed Indubitably, Pause or DIE. Stay home – take care Time out! Be careful, pay attention, Be aware, wash your hands Or DIE or Risk killing someone you love. But - DON’T PANIC… =) Take the gift Accept the challenge To look in - Press pause Enjoy the social isolation. Be grateful and consider our Culture and society… Who knew toilet paper Would every become Currency… Or we would declare war on a micro-organism… Be careful, pay attention, Be aware, wash your hands Or DIE or Risk killing someone you love. But - DON’T PANIC… =) 3/24/2020 Corona Virus shut down… |
Laurie Anne McCauleyDid that make you feel better? Intro
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on. LA McCauley Archives
November 2022
Fibber McGee's closet!
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