Moving In and Out

I woke this morning thinking of the spirit of Ruth Bader Ginsberg.  We carry her in us now.

I was on a Sensory Awareness call today, and was led to feel the air moving in and out, the response in my tissues as I allowed awareness to percolate in and out.  We’re not alone.  We live in connection, as we move, are moved, in and out.  

Maya Angelou says it beautifully in this poem “When Great Trees Fall”.

When Great Trees Fall

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.

When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,


gnaws on kind words


promised walks

never taken.

Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their


now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their


fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance


dark, cold


And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

– Maya Angelou

A Time to Birth

In the Northern hemisphere, it’s the first day of spring, one welcomed by a “super worm equinox moon”.  I sat outside last night and watched as the earth’s turning allowed me to see the full moon rise.  I felt how clearly love can’t be confined to likes and dislikes. It’s to embrace, embraced, this world we share, even when so much appears unfathomable.  We’re here to open our view and expand with generosity our response.

My neighbor Jeanine Aguerre opened her eyes, ears, and sensitivity this morning when she walked out her door and heard shrieks coming from a pine tree.  Interpreting the sounds as a love song, she grabbed her camera and took these photos of two hawks.

I’m inspired to celebrate spring by allowing my dreams to come together and build a nest, hatch, feed, and wing!