Ironic

We got some bad news today; without going into too much detail, I will simply say something we had expected to happen (and around which we had been making plans) did not occur. It all kind of went into a different direction--one which is not bad, but is definitely not what we anticipated.

It threw us both for a tailspin, but it provides an opportunity to embrace the mantra from yesterday... and to strive toward that ability to detach from expectation and to live happily in the present, trusting that everything will be okay.

Some days that is easier than others. But I think it might be a somewhat universal pursuit. To feel at peace. To feel purposeful but relaxed without our lives.

Funny how life sometimes hits you over the head with those lessons.

Poem for May

The air feels heavy...
slightly dewey; and
the sky is puffy-faced -
white, sticky and sickly
like an overstuffed,
sugar-laden child.

Where is my sunshine?
My solid, reassuring
warm air scented with
sweet flowers? Where
is my answer, my sureness,
my salvation?

Expectation is always
dangerous; sort of like
a squatting imp with fat
cheeks and hairy legs,
waiting to yank the floor
away so you fall, hitting hard.

You were supposed to
rescue me, May: A soft landing
and new promise, gently drifting
like festival music across
my face, whispering triumph.

The imp smirks,
gets ready to pull...