Sharing a Shadow

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I used to hold your hand as we walked,
shortening my stride to match
your preschool pace,
pausing to point out the double shadow,
one long, one short,
stretching out before us.
We waved at our shadow selves.
How could we not? I love shadows,
those soft, always-shifting shapes,
and these two were our ever-present friends.
You grew into a frustrated, hurry-up child
complaining, “You always have to stop
and take a picture of shadows.”
And, yes, I always did.
I always made you wait,
for shadows are my friends.
I suspect they might be yours, too.
Today, hanging decorations and
tall enough to reach the upper branches
of the Christmas tree,
you called, “Come and look.”
I stepped close, leaned in.
“See? There’s a shadow.” You pointed
to a birdhouse ornament
shadowed with feathery pine needles.
“I know you like shadows,” you said.
It was as close to saying “I love you”
as you may ever venture.
Such a small thing—
a tiny birdhouse,
a tiny shadow,
a brief comment,
a moment of pausing,
a moment of sharing a shadow,
but it filled my heart with wonder,
with gratitude,
with love.
So I guess
it was not such a small thing after all,
for it meant the world to me.
-kh-

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Time and Love

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Somewhere,
long ago,
I read that the greatest gift we can give
is our time—
our listening ears,
our attentive eyes,
our working,
walking,
watching,
waiting
beside each other.
It seems to me that this is
love,
for love and time touch and tune,
one to the other,
twinned and twined in an eternal dance
to the vibrations of every voice,
chord,
rhythm,
and wingbeat,
every raindrop,
whisper of breeze
and gust of wind,
all measuring time,
all coming,
going,
circling back again and again,
the heartbeat of life,
the hum that is you and me.
If we could see the colors of this interplay,
this pulsing swirl of time and love,
we would see that love
is the stronger stream,
the more vibrant,
filling and freshening our hearts
with the wonder of
beyond,
where love transforms time
so that it’s no longer the measure
of what’s passing
but the majesty
of what always is.
Love folds time into itself and becomes
forever,
forever,
forever.
And isn’t this the greatest gift
we can give to anyone?
-kh-

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Dreaming Between Photographs

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I sleep between past and future.
On the wide windowsill to one side of my bed,
a single frame holds black and white photos
of my mom and dad, newlyweds,
shortly after World War II.
On the left, Mom stands at the kitchen sink,
apron over her sweater and skirt,
smiling at the camera while
washing a white enameled pot.
On the right, Dad also smiles at the camera.
He wears a suit and bow tie
and sits at a breakfast table,
a cup of coffee in hand,
a newspaper spread before him.
On the windowsill on the other side of my bed,
a single picture frame holds color school photos
of two of my grandchildren, whose mom is Japanese.
Before Dad died at 95,
he pointed out that in the war,
he joined the Navy to fight the Japanese.
Now, here, decades later,
his granddaughter-in-law was from Japan,
two of his great-grandchildren were half Japanese,
and he dearly loved them all.
Who could have predicted it?
I would say the thought blew his mind.
He would simply laugh softly and say,
“Isn’t that something!”

I sleep between that past and future.
I live between that past and future.
I dream between that past and future,
hoping that someday all of us will see each other
with new, clear, gracious eyes
and that fear and anger over our differences
will dissipate like a fog in the sunlight
and we will see each other
with open hearts,
with wonder,
and softly laugh and say,
“Isn’t that something!”
For it really is something.
It’s peace.
It’s joy.
It’s the mystery and brilliance
of love.
-kh-

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Making Waves

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I think we send out waves—

don’t you?

Not the waggle of a hand

in greeting or going

but unseen waves rippling out

from us into the world.

Call them thoughts,

call them prayers,

call them hopes,

they roll out like a rhythmic tide,

heartbeats set adrift

through invisible currents

all around us to

ebb and flow,

weave and wander

around and between us,

waves of presence unseen,

unbounded

unlimited,

untamed.

Mine meet yours and mingle,

expand the dance.

May they be waves of

grace and goodness,

generosity and joy,

compassion and strength.

May we wash the weary world

with wonder.

-kh-

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Painted with Joy

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Last night’s drenching rain has left

the morning air cooler,

peacefully breezy,

the sky flecked with drifts of cloud,

the earth dripping color—

brilliant yellows,

rich greens,

deep reds,

velvety blues—

a fresh day of spacious,

gracious spring

painted with the joy of re-creation.

A gray cat tiptoes

through regal irises,

around dogwood dressed in wedding white,

between coral azaleas

in a raindrop-sparkled garden.

The world is full of wonder

at its newborn self.

-kh-

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Life’s Secret Answer

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When I was younger,

I thought I had to find

all the answers.

I thought there were

answers to find.

Now that I’m older,

I’m holding the questions

and turning them over,

watching them sparkle and twinkle

and laugh,

for holding the questions

is life’s secret answer.

Every day, all is new

and uncertain

and certainly mystery.

What matters is not

the answers

but the questions,

how I hold them

and lightly unfold them,

how I ask them

and listen for a hum,

a nod

a yes, this is a good question,

a mystery,

an unmapped path,

a happy chance,

a happy choice

to carry the questions,

to ponder and muse

with “perhaps” and “maybe”

and “we’ll get there.”

Get where?

And when?

Who knows?

Do I care?

Not really. It’s more

exciting and joyful

to live in the unknown,

muse on the mystery,

cradle the questions,

and laugh out loud

at the memory

of thinking I had to

know.

No.

There’s no knowing

and no joy in stopping the search,

of being so certain.

The quest and the question—

now there’s the dance,

the chance,

the romance.

There’s the flying,

the flow,

the soft, easy drift of

not having to know.

It’s the smile of the soul,

the serene and the settled,

the secret of being satisfied with

open windows and doors,

wind blowing thoughts around,

presenting possibilities

holding hopes lightly

and wishes wisely

and reveling in

wonder.

– kh –

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Go Out to Go In

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“There’s a sense of wonder, a joy, a gratitude that can only be accessed by returning to the childlike practice of experiencing the moment with as many senses as possible. There’s a peace that can only be found by lingering and noticing. If you’re in the habit, it doesn’t take long, just a pause really, a breath or two to take in the moment, to be inspired, to be enriched, to go out to go in.” – kh, Linger: 365 Days of Peaceful Pauses

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Beneath Birdsong

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I’ve started a practice of trying to listen beyond or underneath the shouts and clangs and alerts and clashes that demand attention. I’m trying to rediscover soft sounds, the hums, the sighs, the whispers. It’s like trying to pick out one instrument’s musical line while listening to a symphony. Right now, underneath the birdsong, there’s a soft whispering whoosh. I think it’s the sound of wind in the trees. It ebbs and flows and reminds me to listen for the constant, soft undertones of wonder, joy, peace, and hope in each day, the life-giving grace of love’s whispers. – kh, Linger: 365 Days of Peaceful Pauses

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