Posted by: John | November 24, 2014

Fly the Airplane

This morning I drove my first cancer patient to her doctor.
As this was my first time doing this, I was unsure of the outcome:
Would there be a parking place? How long would I need to wait?
These and other questions kept cropping up as I drove the lady.

I remember when I was giving instrument flight instruction
and the weather was not so good.
I would wonder how the instrument approach and landing would go
while we were still en route. I would tell myself:
You can’t make the approach till you get to the destination.
Right now just fly the airplane.

I guess the same is true in all of life:
Excess worry and planning are unnecessary.
We just do our best at whatever we’re doing in the moment.

Posted by: John | November 23, 2014

True Guru

I don’t need
some Old Testament prophet
shouting and pointing
his finger at me
or some guru in a cave
in Tibet quoting
sacred Scripture.
Gimme someone who deals
with the same bullshit
I deal with on a daily basis
to offer advice,
a cope-dope to listen
to my bitches
about the traffic
and the bean counters.
So be it.

Posted by: Lisa | November 22, 2014


Just had this conversation with John:
[He walked over to me and saw me wearing my sweatshirt with the hood pulled up.]
John: “Are you wearing that because you’re cold or because you wanna look like a monk?”
Me: “Both”
John: [laughing]
Me: “Just call me the cold monk.”

Posted by: John | November 22, 2014

Turn Signals

Sometimes, deaf as I am, I hear the clicking of my turn signals
when I’m stuck at a red light.
Depending on the mood I’m in, they say various things.
If I’m in a hurry, I hear: “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”
If I just made a mistake, it’s: “Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up.”
After some minor injustice against me, I hear: “Why me, why me, why me.”
For some reason, I’ve yet to hear: “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Posted by: Lisa | November 19, 2014

Stream Continued

Okay, here’s something fun! John and I love when poetry inspires more poetry. John’s most recent post, In the Stream, inspired my friend and spiritual buddy, Brother Leo Campos from the Community of Solitude, to send me a response poem. We ended up with a neat little poetry exchange we decided to share here. Enjoy!


In the stream of my life,
— Flotsam –
Debris from upstream
Washing slowly down
Until the bend swallows them from sight

Occasionally some treasure. Trapped
In roots of the mango trees

Floating past
What has this exposed wreckage
To do with the fisherman watching
Sitting quietly under the shade
Not good, not bad
Just like clouds in the water
Obscuring the fish


exposed wreckage
being watched
not good not bad


Fish swims
Unaware of good or bad
Fisherman ignores the flotsam
Only: fish


Fisherman: Be quiet! Sh….
Fish: Work
Flotsam: Ahh….

Posted by: John | November 17, 2014

In the Stream

At this point
in my existence
people and places
from my past
float to the surface
of my memory
like flotsam and jetsam
in the stream of my life,
some good some bad.

Posted by: John | November 15, 2014

Balancing Act

In meditation
it’s like trying
to balance myself
on the head of a pin.

Posted by: Lisa | November 12, 2014


“… ten lepers met [Jesus]. They stood at a distance from him and raised their voice, saying, ‘Jesus, Master! Have pity on us!’ And when he saw them, he said, ‘Go show yourselves to the priests.’ As they were going, they were cleansed.”
(Luke 17:12-14)

O Lord, You see
and hear our distress.
You know our illness
better than we who
attempt to endure.
We call to You.
God of All,
You know us;
You discern
the purity of our hearts.
Even mustard-seed-sized
faith opens the world
of possibility.
You command: Go!
We put one foot
in front of the other,
and Lo!
We are healed.

Posted by: Lisa | November 10, 2014

You Nourish

“A man’s spirit sustains him in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear?”
(Proverbs 18:14)

“God humbled you and made you feel hunger. God then fed you with a food you had never known – to make you understand that human beings live not on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”
(Deuteronomy 8:3)

Crushed in spirit,
humbled before You,
I repent of pride.
This vast hunger
far surpasses anything
of insatiable flesh.
I’m not immune.
You know, O LORD,
the void, Sheol,
darkness that awaits
me ever patiently.
You nourish me
moment to moment
with light, love, life,
breath, Presence.
These truly fill me
when I let them.
Amen. AUM

Posted by: John | November 8, 2014

Four-letter Words

Bob Dylan said, “Love is just a four letter word.”
But then so is Hate a four letter word.
Hope is also a four letter word.
Life is another four letter word.
Many of our names for abstract,
non-physical things are four letter words.
Word itself is a four letter word.
Yet these words have such power.

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