In the time before Time when Earth was raw and Life was beginning… Can you imagine that far back? It might be good for your perspective to try It might help reduce the angst that you feel in your body You know what I’m talking about. A science teacher once told me that if you stand with you arms outstretched And consider the timeline of earth’s formation this way - Say the birth of our planet happens at the tip of the middle finger of your left hand and all the eons of growing and developing occur along the timeline of your outstretched arms; then the life of humans on Earth from the dawn of us until now, on that same timeline, would occupy just the tip of the fingernail of the middle finger of your right hand. All that history has preceded us, and Earth will survive with or without us. There are no guarantees. But we have evolved in the way that Earth’s energy has of moving life forward We are an extension of and dependent on this world around us That’s it. That’s all there is. And you can absorb that in a way that makes you feel small and insignificant, Or you can revel in the beauty of it - being connected to and dependent on such an awesome planet. The choice is up to you.
Author Archives: Carol Capper
Deep Time
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Posture and Presence
How I hold myself is never simply a matter of body and bones and muscle It is also subject to what’s happening in my mind and what I’m feeling in my heart How am I being present to myself? Am I grounded and centered or caught up in some mind story? Am I feeling the heat of emotion pulling at my heart? Do I feel my feet on the ground? Am I focused on difficulties and challenges that lead me to “I can’t?” Or can I simply be present to what is and trust that I am really at home in this body And then settle into myself in a way that expresses the knowing that posture arises out of presence. Because the possibility of being truly present is what we have each moment of every day and every tomorrow as well.
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How We Heal
Ever really notice how the body heals itself? A cut or bruise or broken bones over time will be made whole And even when the healing results in a body that feels less than whole and we sense the loss of what used to be We can choose to move forward This body knows what to do If we allow it And while we may complain about how long this healing takes We can also trust that it will somehow do the best it can So what I wonder is why we often fail to trust the healing of wounds to our heart Or the list of damages our mind holds onto sometimes year after year Why not trust our heart-mind to make us whole or move us forward toward a place of equanimity? But always and only if we allow it
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Life is Just This
Somewhere between this is me and that is mine I fear we have lost our way We take possession of people and things carving out some personal space then build a wall around it Our connection to each other and all sentient beings diminishes Setting us adrift in our separate silos How do we reclaim what we’ve lost unless we can name it Until we can imagine beyond the complaints and disturbances of lives lived this way To step into a new story of who we are and how we are To seek our true relationship to one another To see our face before we were born Then sharing a glimpse of the richness that a well lived life can be Perhaps that day will signal a new way of seeing Our World and become the story we choose to live by
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Gratitude
I find the phrase
Holding my experience with gratitude
a more effective way
of being grateful for all of my experience
Not just the fun times
or the loving relationships
but also the difficult, frightening,
overwhelming and overall
challenging times
Not easy for sure
but it does lend itself
to allowing for the realization
that this is just the experience
I’m having
Instead of putting all my energy
into wishing it wasn’t so
It opens the door to
a different way of being
and seeing more clearly
This holding of experience
is akin to seeing without judging
Letting go blame or guilt or shame
Clearing the slate so to speak
Holding with gratitude
interrupts the critic and the naysayer
literally putting on hold
the longing for a different experience
And frees me up
to walk a different path
with this body in this life
which is the only one I’ve got
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Bigger Than My Self
Every time I drive by Jamaica Bay
I look beyond the houses
at the water’s edge
I look to see the level of the tide
though I really have no need to know
Yet it always feels important just to look.
I notice when the waves cover the reeds
that form small islands just off shore
I check to see if any ducks or geese or egret are about.
I find myself a witness to the mood of the bay,
watching how the water lies so still or
how the wind stirs up the waves.
Wondering how the moon can push or pull
the water beyond its normal reach.
I don’t take notes or photographs
I just have pictures in my mind
And I smile
No matter what I find
I feel some reassurance in knowing
that the bay is still there
Even though I don’t know
where I expect it to go.
It’s a wonder to see it
every time
And of course
there’s some comfort too
in the connection that I have
with this place in nature that is so much
bigger than my self.
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Spring Haiku
Brown earth opening yellow, orange, purple on green stems White hyacinth rescued from the rain A screen of fog no ocean view the sound of waves Osprey in the nest welcome home Spring! Dark clouds become curtains of water become blue sky All the things seventy-three years and counting Interestingly I have crawled inside a poem and lost my way
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An April Morning
There is always one Spring morning
when the sky is clear and
the bluest blue
A day when the air warms
beyond the usual April cold
when the idea of a beach walk
calls me outside
Then there I am
removing my shoes and socks
relishing the feel of bare feet in the cool sand
With each sandy footstep I find myself
smiling inside at the thought
that Summer will soon be here
Even the gulls screech welcoming sounds
As I look around at people walking
seeing kids playing and
dogs running at the water’s edge
I can just feel
that everyone around me
is also wearing a smile inside this April morning.
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Deep Down Time
Today I appreciate having some
Deep Down Time
to explore the richness underneath
where I can live through the space
in between my thoughts
I find a fertile ground where
thoughts and words emerge
like a giving back
after all that’s been taken in
and tended to like a gardener would
Though I can never be sure
exactly what will spring forth where
and am always surprised when
some volunteers show up
What comes might wrap itself into a poem
or provide an intention for the rest of the day
or a project for the days ahead
What I know for certain is that
my connection in these moments
feels true and whole
Not a searching or imagining but
a grounded sense of the path I’m on
even when the outcome isn’t sure
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In These Times
Today we are all preoccupied with
The Before Times
Hoping to get transported back there
Wherever there might be
Some of us are even longing for
The Far Back Times
Of course those memories are often
based on hearsay
We are in fact still in The Pandemic Times
though seeming to work our way out
And then there’s the continuing
Racial Injustice Times
And also the Burning Times leading to the
Misogynistic Times
And now The Climate Crisis And Time of
The Sixth Extinction
We don’t have Time to be longing for the
Far Back Times or even
The Before Times
What we must do is see where we are now
And choose what we want our
Next Time to be
As individual souls
And soulful communities
And soul searching societies
Our Time is here
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