In between the big changes and crises of our lives, the one place to which we always
return is being home. The familiar sanity restores the energy to weather the next day, the next step.
Here’s something on that thought:
“TAKING OUT THE TRASH”
” The trash bin is overflowing under the sink.
It’s time to feed the big outdoor garbage can
again. How quickly it happens … how astonishing
that every week my bins are full to the brim
with the wastes of my daily existence.
Here I am dumping everything
from carrot peelings to junk mail.
What a mess I make !
I must remember that You planned waste
as an essential part of life. It, too, is holy.
I want to keep in mind
the pine tree by the front door
and how it keeps dropping its numberless needles
— a tall and humble prayer.
This task is a kind of surrender …
surrender to the knowledge that by being alive
and human I do make a human mess
as a pine tree makes its kind of mess.
Let me surrender any fake and pristine sense
of not affecting my fellow beings
and my environment with my waste.
Let me own my part of the landfill …
the one outside of town with the bulldozer
and the psychological one we all share.
Keep me mindful of what I take
into my home, the items bought to substitute
for real living — the food and drink I consume
instead of examining my feelings.
Help me slowly to surrender all excess.”
…………GUNILLA NORRIS, from her book
Being Home, a book of meditations.
We can sink into the sameness of being home,
even as we approach change.
Always with love,