Haven’t blogged in a while. The last few weeks have been rough – the fibro-fatigue-fiends frolicking fearlessly. I’m looking for my mop.
mad, sad, fatigue, fear
sweeping away sanity
the broom of my brain
dust storm of feelings
tiny particles of dirt
blowing through my mind
wring out the debris
clean clear water, bucket brain
gratitude mop up
Recently two very close and dear friends died. They were both younger than me – by at least 10 years. I was hit by painful sadness and simultaneously comforted by a belief:
Several years ago I was depressed. Life was the color of dirty grey. I was in a fibromyalgia flare and feeling helpless. I wasn’t suicidal, just weary, really weary, of pushing through the pain and exhaustion. Half jokingly I wrote to my Baha’i friend and mentor something to the effect: “I’m ready to leave this earthly plane. Beam me up into eternity”
He wrote back four words which rocked me to my core: “You are in eternity.”
- Looking Beyond, a judy-journal page, mixed media
You see, I had always assumed life here on earth as a human was separate from the “eternal realm”. I thought that after I died I would then be in eternity. It was a paradigm shift for me. It is strangely comforting to know we are all already in eternity – you, me, my friends.
we are in eternity
life is never short
round, round, around in our minds
obscuring what’s real
All is connected
round, round, around in our souls
encircled by love
Acrylic painting by moi
(poem with 2 “haiku verses”, Haiku Horizons’ prompt CIRCLE)
Haiku Horizons – prompt CIRCLE
What’s in store for me
besides the pangs of my youth?
Stored deep in my heart
silver lame and muscles
shimmer and quiver
Looking at all my possibilities in retirement. Anyone know where I can get silver lame Spanx*?
Thanks Bernice. Can I borrow *yours?
in the dusk of my life
The moon lights the way
Someone asked, with concern, how I was feeling about my impending retirement. Sounded a bit like my impending demise! I am actually feeling a bit of relief and am preferring to think of it as re-treading as opposed to retire-ment!
My tires aren’t blown
just ready for re-treading
Fill up my gas tank!
Haiku Horizons – prompt DAWN