The Past
My Self, anchored in the past at three, inhales the earth’s nectar following the rain. Pure air, receptive soil, the world a vast cocoon of promise.
Unnoticed, earth
Worms float belly up below
Better not to know.
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Published December 6, 2017 by Nan Mykel“Evolution has hidden from us the stuff that we don’t need to know. And that’s pretty much all of reality, whatever reality might be.”
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Published December 6, 2017 by Nan Mykel
I tried to post an item on the Koch brothers and Word Press said some pictures have been blocked to prevent others from tracing my site. (Or words to that effect). Is Word Press protecting them or me?
Kinda Nice by Anonymous
Published December 6, 2017 by Nan MykelDEAR ANCESTOR
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and dates are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reached out to all who care
It is too late to mourn,
You did not know that I exist
You died ere I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Healing Your Hidden Issues
Published December 3, 2017 by Nan MykelAppears to mesh with Jung’s “Shadow Self.” I’m reblogging to my page on Our Shadow Selves: By kristalhunter
At some level, we spend our energy trying to hide our unresolved issues. We think that if we can keep those negative issues at bay they aren’t apart of who we really are. However, all of our experienced emotions negative and positive are very much apart of us. The feelings that we wish we didn’t have impact us until we face them and move beyond them. When we spend energy trying to ignore feelings we don’t want, we actually end up feeling worse and perhaps without even knowing why.
In stillness, we can recognize our negative feelings without being attached to them. In stillness, we face those issues and they soon cease to have power over us. By clearing out our negative fears we create space and we open a new channel of energy; energy of light and possibility. Finding stillness through meditation will do two things; bring us to a state…
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Short Quote
Published December 2, 2017 by Nan Mykel
“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice than it is to be born once.”
–Voltaire, quoted by Philip Kapleau, p. 39, The Wheel of Death.
Wish you were near.
Published December 2, 2017 by Nan MykelLoving and lovely.
If I could turn back the clock and revisit the years
The worry and fears would feature less in our lives
I would hold your hand tightly and cherish the tears
I would be kinder, argue less, smile more and realise
That the memories and moments and having you near
Are worth more than ever as ever-swiftly time flies.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is my contribution to the birthday open link night at d’Verse. I am a November birthday. This is about my children, especially my firstborn twin, who is a long way from home and is bravely making her way in the world with no family at her side. When I look back at all the moments I wish there had been more time not less.
WHO? For d’Verse
Published November 30, 2017 by Nan MykelWHO?
Our grandparents live
only in our memories. When we go,
they go.
When you go, I go.
Why care if we’re forgot?
As if we never were?
I speak of myself, now.
Why do I care if I am forgot?
As if I never was, never
strove to overcome my limitations,
only partly successsful,
yearning yet afraid.
If truth be told, my heart is shriveled
from underuse.
My children and grandchildren
know this. Perhaps
being forgot is not
so bad after all.
(About 2009)
The Owl Who Howled — silly ditty
Published November 30, 2017 by Nan Mykel
There once was an owl who howled
“Who’s there? Who’s there?”
“It’s your mother, you feather head!” came the reply.
“Catch us if you can,” came others, “we’re your supper,”
and everyone ran off in different directions at once,
for this was an owl who needed glasses, and whose
mother was still feeding him.
Photo by Bethanyk, obtained during my re-blog of her Wise Being of the Night
Uploaded on: September 15, 2017
Changes, A re-blog
Published November 29, 2017 by Nan MykelLove it. Close to the bone. Reblogging.
We walk along the ageing edge of things, reading tombstones like book titles. Everyone has a story, you say, and I wonder what percentage of my story is a prank. It’s all too depressing here, you say, but I find Highgate strangely calming, as if existing amongst these fates is an affirmation. And the wind blows leaves around my feet, it pipes a little tune over the empty flower vases. I think they’re playing our song, I say, but you don’t see the humour in it.
Only clouds and light
The wind singing as it spins
Quiet buried away
dVerse “Changes” and in Haibun form. Image: Highgate Cemetery in London
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