HOW IT MIGHT CONTINUE

[Lisa Walford]

Spring is gradually unfolding, tiny shoots emerging from among brown veined leaves and rain soaked earth, here in Oregon. It has been a difficult winter for me, as many of you know, and difficult for many of us, in a collective field. 

My grieving for our much beloved Sita continues (cancer at eight years), but I opened my eyes one morning, from my meditation, to remind myself this life is a gift, every day, every minute. There are "exclamation" moments everywhere. It often just takes how I adjust my perspective. This poem is an invite to remember how seeds might become shoots and sprouts of kindness, beauty, and gratitude. 

Rosemary Wahtola Trommer lives in Colorado where she pursues her writing career with daily poems, along with teaching workshops and joining writing festivals nationally. 

Please join me for PRANAYAMA this week, I miss seeing you! Wednesday at 7:30 AM

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HOW IT MIGHT CONTINUE

Wherever we go, the chance for joy,

whole orchards of amazement - 

one more reason to always travel

with our pockets full of exclamation marks,

so we might scatter them for others 

like apples seeds.

Some will dry out, some will blow away,

but some will take root

and grow exuberant groves

filled with long thin fruits

that resemble one hand clapping - 

so much enthusiasm as they flutter back and forth

that although nothing's heard

and though nothing has really changed,

people everywhere for years to come

will swear that the world

is ripe with applause, will fill

their own pockets with new seeds to scatter.