Regarding My Absence

Hine Lake: Photo by Noelle

Hine Lake: Photo by Noelle

I have not been posting much of late and missing many of my friend’s blog posts. I thought I’d share a quick update.

I have made the decision to self-publish my meditation pieces. It occurred to me one day that if I don’t do this I’ll have immense regret. My mother spent a life time writing poetry on the backs of envelopes and dreaming of publishing her work. She never did and it was one of her greatest disappointments at the end of her life. Not too long ago I had one of those crystal moments when I realized if I didn’t do something wild and foolish soon, I’d be lying there thinking the same thing.

In the past two weeks I’ve signed the contract and paid the bill. The book was complete, but after some consultation I am restructuring it before it goes to Lulu.com. I have deadlines I’ve set for myself to have it all completed and submitted before the end of July. Thus, my absence from my own blog as well as many of yours. I plan on being back online in August. Until then I extend you all the happiest of summers or the most joyous of winters for my southern hemisphere friends.

I also give you this: If there are any dreams left in your back pockets, take them out. Lay them out on the table in front of you and ask yourself, “If today was the last day of my life, how would I feel about not having pursued this?” It’s worth asking.

Wish me luck.

Hine Lake: Photo by Noelle

Hine Lake: Photo by Noelle

Morning Wind

Before dawn: Photo by Noelle

Before dawn: Photo by Noelle

A storm blew in before the sun could challenge its strength. The dining room curtains flew up, partial apparitions of old ghosts flying by my house, as the pre-dawn light suddenly seemed alive with movement. Leaves from house plants and yesterday’s mail lifted up off the kitchen counter, waves on a hidden sea. From clear, hot summer night to cool, damp twilight in a matter of minutes, my lungs filled with the changing atmosphere. I stood in the channel between the north and south windows and felt it electrify my skin with its caress. Rumi said never go back to sleep, the breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you. So I stood there, still as stone, and let the storm blow in. Come to me, my love, I have missed you.