Amaryllis

In my meditation these days, I keep seeing and feeling the daily growth of my two Amaryllis plants.  Each has its own rhythm, and reach.  One is now two feet tall, and the other has settled gently in at one.  I’m struggling with the photo of five year old Liam Conejo Ramos in a blue knit hat with white bunny ears and pompoms.  I can’t believe I live in a country where this is happening.  

I’m also with a poem by Ilya Kaminsky, “Psalm For the Slightly Tilted”.  

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2026/01/26/psalm-for-the-slightly-tilted-ilya-kaminsky-poem

I live in a county with a high percentage of seniors, and I’m struck by this last stanza of the poem as it feels so true of the protests I’ve attended.

These are your coffee-stained saints

who rise not with trumpets

but with Advil.

They stand

and wait

creased like maps

of a country

that doesn’t exist anymore.

Where do we face?
Together on one Stem
Look Within

Presence

This morning I opened Billy Collins book Water, Water, to learn from the poem “Winter Trivia” that “It takes approximately two hours for a snowflake to fall from a cloud to the ground.”  He then goes on to consider what he and his wife do in the two hours that a snowflake falls from cloud to ground.

I’m with that as I sort through the journey of the day, considering passage, transition, coherence, communion, and connection.  

In the poem “The Cardinal” Billy Collins writes:

They say a child might grow up to be an artist

if his sandcastle means nothing

until he leads his mother over for a look.

And so, it is for each of us to mother what we do, to be artists in creating our lives as we flow from cloud to ground, and rise back up again, delighting in the dance of impermanence and change.

Flower and Fruit
Be like water and Mirror
Root, Rise, Ground