oops

"My writing practice." I said,
and promptly lost the pebble
in the depths.

Perhaps an altar would help?

respite

We are having a respite
tops down, breeze blowing,
bees and birds frantic in the last
of the season's possibilities.
Roses are budding one
last
gasp
delicate pink and brilliant red
shocking against turning trees.
We are having a respite the
smiles and children screaming leave
echoes along the sidewalks
looping back and back in an endless,
sweet cacaphony
of summer's end.

give

There is a practice of generosity at my new place of work. People will come in with food and leave it on the table, or add a little treasure from the back of a closet to the perpetual pile in the break room. People share fruit and pets and even, often, time.

It is a good practice. Ever since Jesus with the loaves and the fishes, and stretching back before him into antiquity, sharing has been a holy act, a communal act, an act of creation. With joy we assume an abundance that generates abundance; we bring the sacred into our every day. I am learning, I am practicing, and I am lucky.