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My T-shirt for today put me in a reflective mood.
Thoughts swirling high above politics
September 30, 2013And simply lovely
September 28, 2013
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Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
Little voices in cheerful banter
Like children on the far shore
Or puppies romping at play
But it’s a gathering of loons
Far out on the lake
Quietly talking with each other
About their summer
Or their long, solo flights south
Perhaps about wintering in the Gulf
Musical
Lyrical
Nearly magical
And simply lovely
An opportunity to become a new creation
September 2, 2013We went to a 50th anniversary party last evening, and I couldn’t help but reflect – especially since our own is less than a year away.
50th anniversaries have always seemed to be a big deal. In the not too distant past, one of the two seldom lived long enough for the couple to complete 50 years. Certainly a cause for celebration when that milestone was reached.
More recently, it seems as though many don’t stay together long enough to achieve such a mark. The Golden Anniversary has become more elusive.
But to me it’s not so much that we stay together, but rather who we have become during those 50 years. I would suggest that each party in the couple is a unique product of that long relationship, a manifestation of their own individuality being in a loving relationship with the other.
Sure each could have gone on and done many good things and enjoyed personal growth whether in relationship with another or not. But what we experience in any given couple honoring that big event is a unique product. A different product. Perhaps a better product both at the individual level and as a couple.
That is the benefit of a committed, long-lasting marriage. An opportunity to become a new creation.
A Meditation Remnant
August 18, 2013Occasionally, in my daily readings, a phrase or quote catches my eye and lodges itself in my thoughts for many days.
“No matter what happens, be gentle with yourself.” – St. Jeanne de Chantal
Apophatic Morning Stillness
August 15, 2013—∞—
In the screen house Under the trees Overlooking the lake An hour before sunrise How does one describe A stillness so complete The tiniest leaf In motionless silhouette Against water Tinged blue, pinkish-peach Hopeful, tranquil Waiting Stillness, but not silence A loon’s plaintive call Hum of car tires on a road Hidden deep in the hills across the lake Circular liquid remnant Far from shore Unnoticed, unheard Fish breaking the surface Chilled Time to go into the cabin Grateful, blessed, a gift Daybreak© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
A Small Signal From the Wood’s Edge
August 4, 2013—∞—
Even on a sunny day It’s dark at the lawn’s edge Where the undergrowth begins At the foot of the hill The edge of the woods A small signal of some kind Flashes from that shadowy realm What could it be? Horton isn’t here to interpret Or explain tiny messages What could it be? My mind goes racing Imagination fills To overflowing What reason would reject A tiny village is there A candle in the window The cell window of a monk Working by candlelight Transcribing, copying, praying Sun glints off blades As skaters Circle a frozen pond On a crisp Late afternoon A damsel In a castle keep Her mirror Signaling Her lover Approaching I found a fragment The least bit of a leaf On a silken thread Moving in the breeze© 2013 Thomas W. Cummins
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