God’s Art

Sometimes it’s nice to stop and appreciate God’s handiwork.

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Time Moves So Fast

We have just enough time to learn something, pass it on and jump ship.

Maybe that’s the way its supposed to be.

– Anne Carlson –

The Nest

My special needs son has flown the coup and doesn’t spend much time at home anymore.  He stayed long enough to launch him off to camp.  Dirty clothes and towels on the bathroom floor soaked with spilled bathwater, banana peels sloshed against the garbage can, dishes in the living room;

Feeling like a mom again.

– Anne Carlson –

Signing On

The people at the potato chip factory love me.

It’s a sign.

I’m still trying to interpret the rest of them

I’ll let you know.

– Anne Carlson –

 

Stepping Up

When a teacher dies the carrier of the wisdom becomes the student,

who becomes the teacher.

– Anne Carlson –

Shadows of the Eclipsed

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We saw the higher plane, where the light is brighter, the healing is deeper and the joy expansive. Our heart said, “Yes,” and we bathed in the spaces of it, for our soul had found its home. We invited them and all that we love to dance and celebrate the joy of the high places with us.

Some said, “No. Your higher vibrations reveal what I am hiding, and expose our valuables to be worthless. We will reclaim our values by destroying yours. We will redeem ourselves by preying upon your vulnerabilities.

And besides, your light hurts our eyes.”

So we continued on our way,  with the shadows behind us, into the light.

–  by Anne Carlson –

 

 

I’ll take my problems, please

My friend took her neighbor to a seminar full of seniors all facing dementia.  The exercises were less than dignified. The prognosis glum.  They haven’t really found much to  slow it down.

My heart is full of compassion.  I’m not here to question why who gets what.  Life gives us all challenges.

I’m okay with mine.

– Anne Carlson –

 

 

Unexpected Intention

I slapped at a fly that had landed on my forehead.  I actually got it.  Now I have fly guts smashed onto my face.

– Anne Carlson –

Is there ever a right time?

A native friend of mine, years ago, stepped into the house and said, ” Today is a good day to die.”  I had never heard this common expression spoken among native warriors before.

Reflecting on the death of a friend whose body had worn down, dare I ask, is there ever a good day to leave?   Why not?  Does it have to be awful always? Can I resist the dark cloud of depression and let you go in love and respect. Can that be okay?

Can there ever be a day that is  the right time?

I wonder.

– Anne Carlson –

 

 

 

Maybe I am , Maybe I’m Not

A friend of mine died today.  I’m okay.  Maybe I’m not okay.

I’d like to be alone. Now maybe I’d like some company. Maybe not a lot of company just a little. I don’t know how little.

Maybe I should call someone. No I can’t handle talking about that now. I can’t believe you said that. I can’t believe I said that. Maybe I should get off the phone.

Maybe I should wander through a store, in search for that perfect item to get my mind off things.  I can’t handle being around happy people, don’t they know someone just died today?  I better go home.

Thank you for saying you’re there for me.  Can you just figure out what I need and bring it over?

A friend of mine died today.

–  Anne Carlson  –