Saturday, April 21, 2018

Be Like Me

Be like me, said the tree standing tall and strong, arms open to the sky.
Sink your roots deep into the earth and stretch your arms to the sun.

Be like me, said the bird as it lit on a branch of the tree,
then spread its wings wide and soared into the blue.
Let the wind take you west into the great unknown.

Be like me, said the cloud as it rode that same wind
over mountain, valley, river, and plain. Gather as you go.
Be filled, and then fill in return as you share what comes to you.

Be like me, said the water as it fell from the cloud to nourish the earth.
I give and receive as I flow over, around, under, and through.

Be like me, said the earth over which the rain washed.
I soak it all in and send it all out through root and branch, blossom and stem.

Be like me, said the flower, fragrant and glistening with morning dew.
I am beauty on display, hope for Spring in the death of Winter's cold.

The wind smiled as it blew through waving grass and rustling leaves
Under the sun's warm one-eyed gaze watching life unfold below.

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Noticing Matters

I am often distracted, even consumed by a desire to do something useful, meaningful, something grand by which to be remembered. It is not that I have grand ideas I want to implement for the benefit of mankind, but rather that I want to be one who has such ideas. It is not about the ideas, but rather about my desire to matter in some way to this existence.

Perhaps the problem is I am trying to define my usefulness. We all want to matter and to know we matter. In the vastness that makes us all insignificant, we long to be significant to someone, to matter somehow. We don’t want our existence to go unnoticed.

Perhaps in truth this life is not about the grand things we do or don’t do. Perhaps this life is about the sum of all the little things we do every day.

When I cross paths with someone, that interaction is all that matters in that moment. We all have different experiences, different stories to tell. Whatever I see or don’t see, feel or don’t feel, taste or don’t taste, smell or don’t smell, hear or don’t hear, whatever I experience in that moment becomes my story. Whatever else I have or have not done does not define that interaction. Whatever I give or take in that moment speaks on its own to that person.

We all want to have good stories to tell, stories to which others will listen and affirm as worthy of hearing. Perhaps love is noticing those around you and making them matter to you. When we notice, we give life. To ignore is to take life.