Day # 326: A Touch of Divine

# 326

found an old worry stone
in my winter coat.
It was a polished, black
river rock
smooth to the touch
with a perfect
thumb indentation.

I imagine I really needed it
last winter.
It was a cold one.

I gave it to a friend
who seemed to need it,
possibly not more than me,
but maybe.

For how
in our humane ingenuity
will
we ever
decipher
who needs a worry stone
more than another?

                 c GRACE 11/21/15 (revised)

Red

sometimes I cannot photograph

the red in the sky, the yellow

dominates and the blues wash out

other times

red spreads over all pinks and lavenders

splashing like flames at sea.

There’s been some heavy shit going down, as we used to say.  In fact, these last few weeks the air feels thick with grief and rage, sorrow and vitriol.   People are angry and frightened, even here in my small Western MA town where we are really safe, really, we are comparatively safe unless some person who has chosen the dark decides to pick us as an example of smug small town America on which to unleash mayhem.  Even here we are asking in anger, frustration, slapping back at anyone we can.  When I thought about writing a post today, I could barely make myself sit down at my desk.

I wanted to weep, just sit in a chair and let the tears slide down my face.   I felt overwhelmed by the anguish that is swirling around the planet.  I thought: ‘I just want to write about something happy.  I’m tired of the deep and meaningful, tired of trying to stay strong, to hold the center of my small corner of the world.  I know there’s beauty out there, but I just can’tsee it.’

I was longing for, trying to choose, dammit, I wanted the comfort that is there for me when I can touch the Divine, and it was like trying to find a string in a fog, a wisp of light just glittering there for me and I couldn’t see it.

And then I looked out my window.  I looked out of the window by my desk and I saw one of the most spectacular sunsets I’ve ever seen.  It was like God had poured molten metal all over the sky.  It was shining, golden and deep rose and royal blue.  It had cloud texture unimaginable.  It just exploded across the horizon.  I could keep writing like this for hours and never find the words to fully explain the wonder, the glory of it all.  It was amazing, all the hyperbole you can think of, every shining color ever, light and contrast, and I felt myself just soaring into it.  Hope.  I saw hope.

By Karen Adams in MindBodyJoy

http://mindbodyjoy.com/