WEEKLY VIGNETTEs
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A Vignette - a brief evocative description, account, or episode
Tips of Icebergs , A sharing of candid reflections during the week that was. Seven births, Seven Days, Seven lifetimes for a mayfly . |
 MOMENTUM AND THE BACKWARD STEP
I am all for movement and action , Invigoration of body and mind , But sweeter still a certain polarity , The benefits you will surely find … Of the pause , the regress , the backward step, The time for periodic recovery , Every machine has a reset button , This is not a new discovery. A time for maintenance and repair , A time to fine tune and tweak , A time to rethink the paradigm , As new methods you might seek . In this stillness , emerges greatness , Immense clarity of thought , no less , Great ideas and convictions are both , Calming any overwhelm and distress . Embrace the majesty , the brilliance of the fall , The learning opportunity is priceless , No better teacher than life experience , Its impact you cannot even guess. I am all for the vantage in momentum , The consistent-paced vibrant living , Coupled with temperance and empathy Genuine forgiveness with no misgiving. In the nothingness you hit rock bottom , And in humility you might cry , Seeking and discovering leading questions , Even if answers are vague to that persistent WHY. In the fall and backward step , the dancer , Often discovers true rhythm , Having to unlearn , relearn and transform , Jettison old ways to finally reach equilibrium ….
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WALLS Pain strikes deep within our hearts , When careless actions and events befall , Fearful of combat and confrontation , We begin erecting secret walls. Communication channels constrict , Highlighting shortcomings and pitfalls , Our judgement clouds when blinker-visioned, We seek refuge behind barricaded walls. Conniving vines conceal as they creep , The original cause might grow distant, Mental moss does the anger camouflage , The root cause no longer as reminiscent. These crafty climbers choke out compassion , And mock our efforts at reparation , Strictly focused on that pound of flesh , Once bitten there’s only condemnation. Can we change ? Chip out a tile or three , Trim down overgrown brush and hedge , Illuminate , shine some light in radiance , What purpose is served by a wedge ? We cannot know the circuit of life , What ironic circumstances may befall , Too late , too late to reignite what is burned , Too late then to repair divisive walls . So soften the harsh judgement of fiery youth , The righteous voice eager to incite , Remember the shoes we must walk a mile in , In order to understand the perpetrator’s fight. A heart can transform with learning and will , As we work on our imperfection and foible , Life is a mirror , giving back who we are , Know that - To the spirit all is possible. Give me your hand , give me your heart , Happier moments as we recall , With reason and kindness , relay-tionships review , Turning solid rock into a gentler waterfall. Holly Ann – Dubai , August 2023 Today I Looked a Black Cat in the Eye It was a hazy sultry September dawn , typical of the desert that is Dubai , The day I spied a sulking black cat and looked him straight in its yellow green eye. Easier said than done really , old superstitions churned within , I had met my nemesis once again , now what misfortunes would begin ? For the first time though , I did not duck or turn the other way , But stared him down , though mentally I wanted him to run away. No more , no more this perception , that gets a hold of my better sense , I stand rooted on dew strewn grass , in spite of feelings intense. With curiosity we size each other up , another being breathing life I did see , With a role to fulfil , a message to convey , it too had a right to be. Not without apprehension I return home , and in my journal I wrote. “I’ve got you Tuesday , don’t you worry” , I said in my little note. I pulled myself up tall , I dared the day to evolve , Highs and lows I was ready to accept , every challenge to resolve. Lo and behold the day turned not so bad , keen insights came to light , A book summary , help on google – on menaces at work who gaslight. A revelation indeed to the team , who thought we were sick in the head , A personality disorder , no more credit than deserved , so softly no need to tread. I am getting through the day , black cat , I’m joyful but need stay humble , Victory tempered with grace , no over confidence lest I stumble. Strength to hit those nails on their head , a gentle heart to show , A test of character , I must be considerate , from doorman to CEO. I bless that hazy sultry September dawn , typical of my middle eastern Dubai , I woke up fearful and but found my strength , when I looked that black cat in the eye. My little ode to rediscovering the joys of reading , developing my focus and increasing my attention span .... a skill i had thought i had lost . Readers are supposed to be leaders . Fiction teaches me as much or more through its captivating narrative . Give me old fashioned printed books , my den and a cup of chai on a Sunday ! Heaven !  Enveloped with a feeling of deep satisfaction , Tranquility , calm and some reflection , As I leave the world of ink and paper , Reluctantly but joyfully , what a caper ! Thrilled that my focus has improved with time, My span of attention , my vocabulary and rhyme , Glad for simple knowledge - an accomplishment , Thought paradigm of the author - an achievement The eyes cannot unsee , the mind unimagine , New horizons explored and dreams examined , Once touched by the endowment of a written book , Thought transferred , soul exposed and a fresh outlook. |
