being

Don’t let my white hair fool you
I have a story to tell
this is my dream
I walk this earth
I feel the wind on my skin
as the clouds pass by
undisturbed by my illusions

I speak – simple words come through me
I breathe – I am
I love – the tears show me the way
I get mad
I daydream
I nurture a family, a garden
I wait for the hummingbirds to visit

My hands show the years gone by
leathery, dark, deep blue veins
the blood that fueled the decisions of my youth
still flows through my body
pain and stiffness and regrets
ghosts lingering
the past has marked the corners of my mind

Peace is an everyday practice
one breath at at time
each wave as it comes
I breathe through it
I’m beginning to understand
my warrior nature

I still stand
my roots grow deep
my arms embrace this moment
love is practice
fighting the fight
many have fought
never knowing what will be
walking, breathing, living, being.

Copyright ⓒ 2011 Yota Schneider – the art of pausing


summer morning

Early morning … the girls are still asleep and the house feels quiet. There’s a slight breeze and the morning air feels cool and inviting. I made a cup of tea, cut some flowers for a little blue bottle I like, took one my favorite books and sat on the porch for some uninterrupted time with myself.

Uninterrupted time is a gift, a blessing, and a necessity for me and probably for you too.

It’s not long before the bumble bee comes by. I watch her making her rounds from bloom to bloom. Nasturtiums, echinacea, salvia, butterfly bush, cosmos. I put my book down and pick up my camera. She doesn’t seem bothered by me. She’s busy flying around, seeking, tasting, making her morning rounds.

I sit still, breathing deeply and taking all in. A hummingbird shows us. I don’t even try to take a picture. I know her. She doesn’t like it when I move. I choose to be present. This moment is a gift.

Today, perfection is in the quiet morning, the gentle breeze, a cup of tea, a small blue bottle with flowers from my garden, a bumble bee tasting the nectar, and a hummingbird showing her appreciation for each bloom.

Beauty and harmony are ever present – if only, we stop and look.