Search This Blog

Sunday, February 5, 2023

Not Quite Ready

Well, is anyone ever ready?

No matter what it is,

are we ever ready for it?

Perhaps that's a good thing.

Who wants to live perpetually waiting

for the next thing,

whether it is catastrophe

or an occasion of elation?

 

Oh yes. I forgot.

The instruction

we might want to follow is:

Be. Here. Now.

And that pretty much precludes

making yourself ready

for the next big hit.

 

Thus we return to "not quite ready"

with its implication of an awareness of

something to be ready for,

something coming--

and at the same time that

"not quite"

keeps us from obsessing about

what's on its way.

Let's keep it simple.

Let's just be here. Right now.

 

 
 
Copyright © 2023 Ann Tudor
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
Audible.Ca: go to https://www.audible.ca and search for Ann Tudor
Audible.Com: go to https://www.audible.com and search for Ann Tudor




 

Sunday, January 29, 2023

Feline Encounters

I need to look up "cats" in my Animal Speak book.

Walking east on Dearborn one day

I was approached by not one but two cats.

The first, a small brown and black tabby,

came running toward me as if I were the saviour

and she was in need of rescuing.

But when she was ten feet away

she slowed to a walk

and turned off the sidewalk, ignoring me.

The second one, on the south side of the street,

was a black long-hair with white paws,

walking calmly in my direction

across the top of a railroad-tie fence.

I had time for a quick pat before we parted,

I to the east,

cat to the west.

 

 
 
Copyright © 2023 Ann Tudor
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
Audible.Ca: go to https://www.audible.ca and search for Ann Tudor
Audible.Com: go to https://www.audible.com and search for Ann Tudor




 

Sunday, January 22, 2023

One Day to the Next

To go between the days,

I sleep,

invaded for long periods

by the ephemera of dreams

(always domesticated: no jungles,

tigers, rushing rivers)

that peek to the surface

for a matter of seconds

when I wake

and then evanesce.

If dreams are meant to teach us,

then mine will have to stick around

long enough to be examined,

categorized, or simply remembered.

Still, I can think of no better link

between my days

than my warm and snug haven from the real,

every night,

in a world that is not of my conscious making.

 

 

 
Copyright © 2023 Ann Tudor
Musings blog: http://www.scenesfromthejourney.blogspot.com
Audible.Ca: go to https://www.audible.ca and search for Ann Tudor
Audible.Com: go to https://www.audible.com and search for Ann Tudor