The Stranger in the Doorway

Stranger in Doorway

 I come into the lodge,
I’m startled,
seeing the reflection
in one of the glass panes
of the front door.

This stranger coming toward me,
looking at me,
looking like me.

Who are you?

Well, I know right away.
This is my reflection,
a part of me,
like a shadow
that seeks my attention,
that wants expression,
that wants exploration –
like a stranger
mirrored in this doorway.

Homer Free

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HOMER FREE

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days.

There’s dialogue with others.
There’s hope midst despair.
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair.

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home.

Walking across the brilliant white hot pavement in one side of Big Spring park behind my house, I happened upon this homeless guy who I’ve seen all over downtown Huntsville. I’ll call him Homer, though I’ve been reluctant to engage him in conversation and don’t know his name

He carries all of his goods in a kind of basket and shows up rolling it, walking or sitting on a park bench around town. I think he might be a vet who hasn’t recovered from PTSD because I saw him often at the VA clinic when it was downtown; they never kicked him out and he never caused trouble, though he sometimes talked to himself inaudibly.

This morning he was throwing something white on the ground near the park bench, and I thought, “He’s littering the park with waste”. When I got next to him, however, he was drying his wet socks on the hot pavement in the sun.

God Bless you Homer in your freedom to be and on your arduous journey.

Love in a Minor Key

Inner Child

[A song written for the Columbine Shootings in Colorado
– now a seemingly ongoing tragedy]

1. The pictures on the news – are tragic and sad.
All those young people – all laying there dead.
Emotions well hidden – except to show hate.
Two people in illusion struck out on that day.

Chorus

Love, where are you going?
Love, where have you been?
Do you have a song to play
for all these young friends?

And where’s education
bureaucratically amuck?
Have these lives uncovered
the blind spots where you’re stuck?

2. You’re now calculating the terrible cost,
all the emotion and all of the loss.

So what is the lesson, the lesson to heed?
What is the lesson? – What is the need?

3 Now, where is the healing? – Where has love gone?
As we all feel the bleeding, is there a new dawn?

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

4. Now, love’s full of passion, but love’s full of care.
And love’s full of healing – when love is there.

And the song that is playing is playing for thee.
The melody playing – is love in a minor key.

Richard Evan MacKay

On Education for a Planet

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On Education for a Planet
Some brief notes on my perspective.

Let’s create a GROUNDED COMPREHENSIVE EDUCATION PROGRAM IN OUR SCHOOLS with music, art, creative writing, and a balanced physical education program without overemphasis on competitive sports.

If I’m the EXPLORER TYPE of individual then I need heavy emphasis of math and science (left brain stuff). If I’m the STEWARDSHIP TYPE, which we sorely need on the planet, I need the arts, the natural sciences, language development, communication, and other things the explorer types shun.

What are your thoughts on this?

The Power of Intention

Vision Board - 2018

It was New Year’s Eve day, and the temperature had dropped significantly below freezing. I was driving to go for a walk at my pond and then pick up some food. Halfway there, my car began overheating. It soon got up to hot on the gauge as I was trying to get to AutoZone to see if they could assess the problem and maybe give me some antifreeze. My car started steaming, so I had to pull over in the parking lot of the Blue Plate Café on Governors, the main road. I called my road service and they got me down to AutoZone. They happened to be open, but could not help me. So I got a friend to help me get my car over to my auto repair shop, which was about ¼ mile away.

I left the car there for when they would come back to work on January 2. On Wednesday, my mechanic called and said that the radiator had cracked and needed to be replaced. He explained that the car was old, so the radiator had just worn out in the cold. When a well-intentioned friend called him the next day, she told me the mechanic had informed her there might be possible trouble with the engine. She sounded glum and talked about the prospect of not getting my car back. I just told her I will set an intention for the best possible outcome. I did not talk to my mechanic until the next day, and had a fitful sleep recalling what my friend had said. I, however, had this voice inside that said,” It will be OK, tomorrow.”

The next morning I decided to follow my inner council and trust implicitly my power of intention; I listened to an Intention Meditation, and visualized the positive outcome I wanted and what my inner voice had counseled me. At about 8:30 AM I called my mechanic. His first words were, “They’re out there test driving your car now. You can come and pick it up.” I felt a surge of elation and victory, and I called another friend to take me to the shop.

Trusting my power of Intention, I thought what an illustration of my picking up and trusting my power of intention in these conditions, not listening to outer voices and conditions, but listening to my interior spirit.

The Duck walking on Water

That afternoon I finally went out for a walk at the pond, and amazingly most of the pond was frozen over with a thin sheet of ice. There was, however, a small section of the pond where the water was not frozen, and there was a group of ducks swimming in that area. All of a sudden I spotted one duck that seemed to be walking on the water right where the others were swimming. I thought, “Boy the Spirit is out here at the pond today.” There surely are a lot of mysteries and beauty on and around this pond where I go for meditation. Manifesting this intention in so dramatic a way has also been a mystery to me. I stood there in wonder and profound gratitude.

Evening Wilderness

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“Wilderness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the Human Spirit.”

Slight of wind caressing
pond’s surface,
crystal ice sheet
frozen water
sculpted to stillness
in waves and patterns.
by the sweeping wind,
days and nights of cold.

In the distance,
see setting orb of sun
on top of horizontal
outline of trees.
Momentarily now,
look directly
at sun’s brilliance.

Realize this tranquility
of space and time
in this wilderness.

The sun’s orb sits now
on the horizon
slowly disappearing
in a majestic brilliance of color.
I sit in rapture
and listen to this
still inner voice:
“Hold here another minute.”

The Universe, God,
the Mystery of life
has touched me
with this frozen pond surface,
the changing color and light,
the caressing feel of wind,
this wilderness,
and all the mystery
of evening.

 

Note: I think this needs some work to communicate the image.