I have one foot in one reality and the other in a reality with which I am not familiar. The Ancients call such transitions Sutaka. The default response? Breathe. (a new 420-character-9-line poetry series designed to help me find my center and a sense of agency, post-election.

Inhale.

Readers, thus begins a poetic-juxtapositioning,

my post-election trauma literary antidote,

similar to the post-election proliferation of puppy videos.

I’ll use my own quirky genre–the 420 character-9-line-poem–

to find a way forward, to create mental, spiritual, & physical strength (prana)

so as to unfurl yet again into a joyous (or at least lively) sun salutation

metaphorically & literally. The goal?

Exhale.

PATTY

Caveats and the rare explanation of the series to come:

I took a break, put the whole debacle on the shelf. I reminded myself that I needed to walk and do yoga. I tried to figure out what the heck happened. But now I want to take action. I’m looking for ideas.

Writing helps me be on the lookout for such. I become like that queen that thinks she’s being poisoned & pretty soon all her food tastes off. The 420-character-9-liner helps me juxtapose ideas & that in turn leads me to another, er, another idea. So:

Living as I do in the United States of America, in a Democracy, I of course accept the results of this election. And, planning as I do for the future health of my planet (how can I not, having begat or been responsible for 14 other humans who routinely orbit and blast-off near me) I want to find a way to make a difference.

Should I join an organization, write letters, hold up signs, talk more seriously with friends, speak truth to power, take exception to racist etc language, engage with a social movement, go to the Million Woman March? Psychology (one of my earlier degrees, I wish I’d paid better attention to that one professor in the department) teaches that people feel powerful and centered when they have a sense of agency. That’s where this is going. Thus begins a poetic-juxtapositioning, my post-election trauma literary antidote, similar to the post-election proliferation of puppy videos. I’ll use my quirky genre–the 420 character-9-line-poem–to find a way forward, to create mental, spiritual, & physical strength (prana) so as to unfurl yet again into a joyous (or at least lively) sun salutation metaphorically & literally. The goal? Exhale.

Those who know me will recognize I like to take solution-focused stances. But the Pollyanna-ish aspect of me is pretty shriveled and, in fact, almost gone. Nevertheless! I’m a bit like the rabbi who was questioned about a story he told of a lion who chased him in the dessert. He survived by climbing a tree. “But there are no trees in the dessert!” people scoffed. “Yes, well, that may be,” replies the wise old man, “But what can we do!!”

So. Exactly. What can we do.

Inhale. Exhale.

 

I feel as if I have one foot in one reality and the other in a reality with which I am not familiar. The Ancients call these transitions Sutaka. And the default response has to be this: don’t forget to breathe. (a new 420-character-9-line poetry series designed to help me find my center and a sense of agency, post-election.

 

Meditation is in the news. Good for the brain. Lengthens telomeres (made that one up). Immersion is a meditative act for me, one I’ve gotten better at because of yoga, birding, the man I live with, this blog, the growing family. A 420 character 9-line poem.

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Dive Into It is my modus operandi:

juxtapositions that clarify, candidates who won’t carpet bomb,

native species that protect & attract birds,

core exercise in lieu of surgery, telomere lengthening,

10,000 simple steps along the lazy riverbank,

unaccompanied Bach reachable w/ practice,

woods w/ canopy birds I can learn by ear,

out of print but amazing writers.

I visualize hungry Red Breasted Mergansers–dive into it!

PATTY

PS I came to 420 characters and 9 lines so I had to leave out the nearer and even dearer: family, yoga, sketching, & this blog with its blog partner.

PPS But perhaps my immersion in such is evident in previous posts.

A Red-breasted Merganser diving into the fray (I saw a Red-breasted Merganser at Sherwood Island State Park coastal waters; this movie is from YouTube.)

 

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: WEIGHT(LESS)

WP Editor Ben Huberman opens a Pandora’s box this week. He says share a photo of something marked by its weight — or its air of weightlessness. Show us gravity at its most unforgiving, or most generous.

Interpretations?

Illimitable.

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Don’t just do something, sit there.

-Thich Nhat Hanh

Enjoy the freedom of no anticipation, no expectations.

Monkey mind scrambling from thought to thought?

Let gravity and the breath banish any tension in your body.

Try meditating. It’s where your journey really begins.

And, yes, there’s an app for that.

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