nearing the end
Bliss.
There is a place
In my garden
Hidden from most
Under the willow tree
I sit
I read
I contemplate
I breathe
I hear
the birds
and the wind
In the trees
I see
the butterflies
and the bees
drink from
my flowers
I smell
the earth
The veil
is thin here
I visit often.
I have a birch tree in my front yard, and it is complete bliss to watch and hear her sway in the breeze. Beautiful
A dozen Voodoo Donuts
with a dozen friends
at the Skidmore Fountain
at three in the morning.
Sweaty from the concert,
giddy with exhaustion,
tossing stories and maple bars from one person to another.
Tolkien poetry in the trailer afterward—
“I will not say the day is done,
nor bid the stars farewell “—
curled up on the couch
knowing belonging
feeling that life is a wide-open landscape of possibilities.
When memory fades, I hope this is the last one that remains.
I love the image of all of this so much!
Thank you!!
Bliss is Waking Up Sans Alarm Clock
Saccharine sunshine
lights the room,
sealed eyelids
in synchronicity
rise like a stage
curtain, silence
save the birdsong
overture, honeyed
smile spreads
slow, contentment
lengthens each limb,
conducting time
as I please.
beautiful.
Bliss is here there
And everywhere
It is certainly an experience;
There are moments of bliss
To be noticed and savored.
What are they for you?
Bliss is also, I think,
To be continually noted
And followed.
How do the moments
String together?
What are the the threads that
Lead us toward and weave together into a life, not of perfection or ease,
But of bliss?
yes! not perfection but bliss
I find the most joy in the quiet moments:
an afternoon snuggled up with my partner,
my toddler whispering, "I love you, Mama,"
my infant's hand wrapped around my finger,
my dog's head in my lap,
the sound of my cat purring,
the perfect cup of morning coffee,
standing near the ocean,
a bath with some of my favorite music,
a nap that's just the right length,
a really good massage,
new growth on my plants,
finding unexpected flowers in the yard,
the warmth of candlelight,
getting lost in a book,
staring at my newest tattoo,
creating something beautiful,
uncovering pieces of my authentic self;
the small things are the big things.
the small things are the big things! it's so true
This is so beautiful.
Thank you!
Bliss
must be a
kiss of
Blessing
from
God (or universe if you prefer)
a moment
maybe longer
when we're
fully present
to all of the
grace
of an
experience -
sights
sounds
tastes
feels
- in this time
all is right with the world.
yes!
I usually find bliss by accident.
That cup of tea I rush to make while they eat
and steal sips of between cereal spills,
turns out to be perfectly steeped.
The surprise of sunflowers who voluntarily
stretch towards the sun after a winter rest
in the garden I didn't clean up last fall.
The swallowtail we find sunning on the trail,
watching them leap with laughter following its flight.
The chaos of pizza night in this house of six,
when whatever is left in the fridge yields
combinations you didn't know you were missing.
That kiss goodnight, a bit longer
and deeper than I expected.
A wave of good, good love.
"Bliss by accident." Yes.
As an anxious person
bliss is something that I rarely feel.
However,
when I do,
it is a
thunderstorm, distant, at night,
where thunder rumbles and lightning flashes.
It is a windy day
where you can feel the Spirit
caress the world in love.
A cool drink of water.
The satisfaction of rest,
Bliss makes my heart light
and my inner child rises to meet her.
Blue skies and a long walk
Loving friends and family
Interesting books to read
Sips of hot coffee
Stillness
Bliss for me is in the exhale
In the flopping over in bed with no need to get up
In the morning garden walkabout checking in on the flowers and plants
In the hot cup of coffee with my favorite almond milk creamer
In the cold shower after mowing the lawn
In that feeling on your scalp after you leave the hair salon
That slow exhale
That for right now-in this tiny moment-
Life is good.
For me, it just shows up,
Mostly attached to something else.
Can't go buy it, like a pu pu platter,
But it might be hiding in the flame.
Can't compose it down onto the staff paper, but it might come flying in, attached to the trumpet fanfare in the coda.
You just never know.
Shhh, there it is, don't move, don't
even breathe, you might scare it off..
Just let it tingle down.
hot coffee
in the morning sun
on the porch.
When I see the spring coming in with light green colors
When I look into my cat’s eyes and feel her love for me
When we’re meeting outside in the yard, because someone was exposed to Covid, but we still want to be together
I feel bliss when we realize that the time on earth is very short and we need to let all know how much we love them
When my husband still kisses me goodby before he leaves for work, even though he’s running behind
When I watch my oldest daughter with baby Leo and see the absolute love
Those grandchildren and children and all the memories of life
The good, the hard and the in between
Bliss is here all the time mixed with everything else!
The moment that follows a panicked glance
Peering grudgingly downward at the upturned wrist
The moment of the exhaled realization that
It is only 2 pm, not 3
The moment of gleeful receipt of an extra hour
Soaking in the glory of untethered time
Bliss is the pulsing of energy within me
aligning with other energy.
A long hug
Baby giggles
Seeing love in another’s eyes
Dancing under the moon
Gazing at the stars
Rising a bike downhill
Feeling the dirt between my toes
The warmth of the sun on my face
Lying in freshly fallen snow
A cup of coffee
Some sweet dessert
Enjoying a favorite meal
Bliss is a moment when I’m only aware
of the life force in and around me.
Bliss.
There is a place
In my garden
Hidden from most
Under the willow tree
I sit
I read
I contemplate
I breathe
I hear
the birds
and the wind
In the trees
I see
the butterflies
and the bees
drink from
my flowers
I smell
the earth
The veil
is thin here
I visit often.
I have a birch tree in my front yard, and it is complete bliss to watch and hear her sway in the breeze. Beautiful
A dozen Voodoo Donuts
with a dozen friends
at the Skidmore Fountain
at three in the morning.
Sweaty from the concert,
giddy with exhaustion,
tossing stories and maple bars from one person to another.
Tolkien poetry in the trailer afterward—
“I will not say the day is done,
nor bid the stars farewell “—
curled up on the couch
knowing belonging
feeling that life is a wide-open landscape of possibilities.
When memory fades, I hope this is the last one that remains.
When memory fades, I hope this is the last one that remains.
I love the image of all of this so much!
Thank you!!
Bliss is Waking Up Sans Alarm Clock
Saccharine sunshine
lights the room,
sealed eyelids
in synchronicity
rise like a stage
curtain, silence
save the birdsong
overture, honeyed
smile spreads
slow, contentment
lengthens each limb,
conducting time
as I please.
beautiful.
Bliss is here there
And everywhere
It is certainly an experience;
There are moments of bliss
To be noticed and savored.
What are they for you?
Bliss is also, I think,
To be continually noted
And followed.
How do the moments
String together?
What are the the threads that
Lead us toward and weave together into a life, not of perfection or ease,
But of bliss?
yes! not perfection but bliss
I find the most joy in the quiet moments:
an afternoon snuggled up with my partner,
my toddler whispering, "I love you, Mama,"
my infant's hand wrapped around my finger,
my dog's head in my lap,
the sound of my cat purring,
the perfect cup of morning coffee,
standing near the ocean,
a bath with some of my favorite music,
a nap that's just the right length,
a really good massage,
new growth on my plants,
finding unexpected flowers in the yard,
the warmth of candlelight,
getting lost in a book,
staring at my newest tattoo,
creating something beautiful,
uncovering pieces of my authentic self;
the small things are the big things.
the small things are the big things! it's so true
This is so beautiful.
Thank you!
Bliss
must be a
kiss of
Blessing
from
God (or universe if you prefer)
a moment
maybe longer
when we're
fully present
to all of the
grace
of an
experience -
sights
sounds
tastes
feels
- in this time
all is right with the world.
yes!
I usually find bliss by accident.
That cup of tea I rush to make while they eat
and steal sips of between cereal spills,
turns out to be perfectly steeped.
The surprise of sunflowers who voluntarily
stretch towards the sun after a winter rest
in the garden I didn't clean up last fall.
The swallowtail we find sunning on the trail,
watching them leap with laughter following its flight.
The chaos of pizza night in this house of six,
when whatever is left in the fridge yields
combinations you didn't know you were missing.
That kiss goodnight, a bit longer
and deeper than I expected.
A wave of good, good love.
"Bliss by accident." Yes.
As an anxious person
bliss is something that I rarely feel.
However,
when I do,
it is a
thunderstorm, distant, at night,
where thunder rumbles and lightning flashes.
It is a windy day
where you can feel the Spirit
caress the world in love.
A cool drink of water.
The satisfaction of rest,
Bliss makes my heart light
and my inner child rises to meet her.
Bliss
Blue skies and a long walk
Loving friends and family
Interesting books to read
Sips of hot coffee
Stillness
Bliss
Bliss for me is in the exhale
In the flopping over in bed with no need to get up
In the morning garden walkabout checking in on the flowers and plants
In the hot cup of coffee with my favorite almond milk creamer
In the cold shower after mowing the lawn
In that feeling on your scalp after you leave the hair salon
That slow exhale
That for right now-in this tiny moment-
Life is good.
For me, it just shows up,
Mostly attached to something else.
Can't go buy it, like a pu pu platter,
But it might be hiding in the flame.
Can't compose it down onto the staff paper, but it might come flying in, attached to the trumpet fanfare in the coda.
You just never know.
Shhh, there it is, don't move, don't
even breathe, you might scare it off..
Just let it tingle down.
hot coffee
in the morning sun
on the porch.
Bliss
When I see the spring coming in with light green colors
When I look into my cat’s eyes and feel her love for me
When we’re meeting outside in the yard, because someone was exposed to Covid, but we still want to be together
I feel bliss when we realize that the time on earth is very short and we need to let all know how much we love them
When my husband still kisses me goodby before he leaves for work, even though he’s running behind
When I watch my oldest daughter with baby Leo and see the absolute love
Those grandchildren and children and all the memories of life
The good, the hard and the in between
Bliss is here all the time mixed with everything else!
The moment that follows a panicked glance
Peering grudgingly downward at the upturned wrist
The moment of the exhaled realization that
It is only 2 pm, not 3
The moment of gleeful receipt of an extra hour
Soaking in the glory of untethered time
Bliss is the pulsing of energy within me
aligning with other energy.
A long hug
Baby giggles
Seeing love in another’s eyes
Dancing under the moon
Gazing at the stars
Rising a bike downhill
Feeling the dirt between my toes
The warmth of the sun on my face
Lying in freshly fallen snow
A cup of coffee
Some sweet dessert
Enjoying a favorite meal
Bliss is a moment when I’m only aware
of the life force in and around me.