The Best Vacation
The best vacation may well be the vacation from media, controversy, and polarization.
For me, that kind of vacation was the great gift of Peru and was shown in these kinds of ways: being embraced by just about everyone; mutual celebrations of varied backgrounds; and finding ways to make daily life work harmoniously.
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Are you from Afghanistan?
Are you from Peru?
Do you wear your hair in braids?
Are you tattooed blue?
Are you a street vendor
or a head of state?
Do you get up early?
Do you stay up late?
If our paths have crossed in life
(nice if face to face),
we are kindred beings;
our spirits have embraced.
I have no time for judgment.
I have no time for hate.
And, as for love and friendship,
I have no time to wait.
[Note the baby goat cradled in her arm…]
This poem was written on my return from Peru and posted to Facebook. I am including it here in this blog so as to reach friends who would otherwise be missed.
“Bendiciones, Amigos!” ♥ ~Jo
Cusco woman with goat, by Jo LIghtfoot
How can I leave town without mentioning Machu Picchu? It’s such a major milepost in my life… a destiny and destination I’ve held in my heart for almost 50 years.
I leave in an hour and, for once in my life, I’m not scrambling with last-minute details like packing bags, scouting information, or reviewing plans. It’s all been done. My route goes from Northwest Arkansas to Dallas to Lima to Cusco. I leave about 8:00 tonight and arrive about 8:00 tomorrow. Cusco and Lowell are in the same time zone, so that’s twelve hours enroute.
This adventure is part of a larger one: a combined eye care clinic mission co-sponsored by the Cusco, Peru and Rogers, Arkansas Lions Clubs and produced by Legend Treks. For me, it’s a spiritual adventure, like all of life. This one just seems more intense.
My fountain of dreams.
Of all earth’s places,
My secret wish,
long since divulged,
that still holds
secret claims on me.
My open-air cathedral.
My anyplace and everyplace
where every soul soars free.
My Ganga Ma, my Shangri La,
my sacred Bodi Tree.
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Love to you and blessings on your own life adventures. ♥ ~Jo
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Photo Credit: kconnors at Morguefile
Nature walks are naturally intriguing. There are always new, surprising, gorgeous, or outlandish wonders to encounter—so many things to look at, and so many things looking at you… or seeming to.
Here are some selected poems from May. They are still drafts, not final versions, so please ask permission before sharing (except by linking to this website.) Thank you.
TWIXT CUP AND LIP
We’re alike in this (me, you).
In calm moments,
we think things through
or just intuit what is true.
We know much better than we do.
When you blink your eyes, you never know what you’ll see next. I can attest. Once I was with friends, driving to see the spring jonquils at Wye Mountain. Margery was the driver and I sat beside her in the front seat. The whole group of us had stayed up late the night before, visiting, and I was so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. In fact, I let my eyelids fall… and close… for a second… or two. When I opened them, the road had shifted—astounding!—and we were driving down the wrong side of it! Margery’s eyes had closed in tandem with mine; we had both blinked. And the world could have changed much more dramatically than it did. I’ve told you that story as a lead-in to sharing what just happened at the local boat ramp. Don’t worry, nobody got hurt..
Like Fair Ophelia, the daisies are drowning. Daisies! —the very symbol of freshness and life. Recent rains here transformed a patch of daisies into something more like a lily pond. The daisies are valiantly trying to survive—some managing to hold their heads above water; others standing no chance at all. In the nearby lake as the waters rise, fish are investigating newly expanded territories… splash, splash! … and herons are investigating the fish. Question…
These are my poems from April. There are several reasons why I included all of them rather than making selections… Including the good, bad, and ugly may help readers better understand poem creation… None require being kept private… The variety demonstrates how poetry can serve as one’s diary, sounding board, imaginative play, spiritual practice, and therapy. (As usual, these poems are still drafts, not final versions, so please ask for permission before sharing, except by linking to this website. Thank you.)
I’m in a furious tantrum
I can’t even remember
I learn to forget
a little quicker.
I will simply forget
Voilà! —instant peace.
[ASIDE: “Serenity now!!!” was the theme
of one Jerry Seinfeld episode that I found
impressive and insightful.]
What does the graphic design above depict? Snow-capped peaks, incoming waves, seeping concrete, ghostly apparitions, or my latest art venture?
These are some of my favorite poems from this winter. (They are still drafts, not final versions, so please don’t share them without permission, except by linking to this website. Thank you.)
APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. In celebration, this little hidden-away blog of mine is opening its doors to friends old and new via a Poetry Book Giveaway. Missy Frye, a fellow member of Poets Northwest, alerted me to this annual event hosted by Kelli Agodon, a west coast poet, writer, and editor. Enter to win!
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BULLETIN [5/1/15] – And the winners are…
* The Essential RUMI: Ann Hart
* WORDS for Hard Times: Dhyan
Thanks for participating and congratulations on your wins!