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The trees provide

The trees provide

without prompting

without expectation

for one

for all

of us

to prosper.

The rocks endure

the passage of time

and wayward travelers

lost inside.

The rocks ask no questions

The rocks tell no lies

The peaks await your arrival

your ascent

your stay for awhile

to admire the view

and take in the breeze

that swells around you

holding you in place

if only but for a moment or two

in time and space

and then descend

you must

along the way

the very way you came up

with a different view this time

and an awe-filled heart

all the same

all the way

down the mountain.

The trees wave

as you step by step

walk by

all the way down.

At the base, the ground says

hello

welcome back

how’d it go?

Okay, your turn:

Having spent the weekend in the Sierras with a supportive, wonderfully playful, and wildly creative group of co-adventurers who like to hike, I couldn’t help but share with you a poem that I was inspired to write as part of that experience. What in nature speaks to you?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

Shooting for the fences

Truth or consequences

Shooting for the fences

the defenseless

Tragedy

from the confines

of a troubled mind

with no mind

for the memories

of Columbine

And so many others

Who’s next in line?

Heartless

cruelty

inflicting pain

on purpose

without purpose

in any redeemable way

Which is all to say

that evil bleeds

through in the most unfathomable ways

that stay

beyond measure

and at the cost

of true treasure.

For your consideration:

Okay, your turn:

What, if anything, will you do differently to help heal your heart and our hurting world today? And, how about tomorrow? And, the day after that?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

In the quiet

In the quiet

the sound sounds louder

In the darkness

the light lights brighter

Can you hear it?

Can you see it?

You can

You can

You certainly

can, can

Dance

the can-can

Spring has sprung!

into a new moon

and into soon

the merry merriment

of

Beltane.

High kicks

galore!

Okay, your turn:

What excites you about this time of year? What brings you joy?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

To bow

To bow

to the true wisdom

within

and all around

us

You,

me,

and

we.

Is to…

Welcome in

and accept

the protection

The mighty,

mighty

protection

that abounds

Preserving the life force

of course

to stay the course

of the journey

into

Oneness.

For your consideration:

Protection is often defined and described as shielding from harm, and keeping oneself or others safe.

What about living in a way that builds-in protection, whether that be physically or emotionally? Before our more recent trend toward group classes in the United States such as “Power Yoga” that has turned ancient spiritually enhanced (along with body-based) practices into a more modernized “high intensity workout,” yoga traditionally has served for millennia as a way to bolster our life force, our very source energy – all in a more holistic way.  (For more on this, see an earlier edition of Soul Notes, here.)

For me, mantras and mudras combined with physical movements help protect me and in turn help me to bring my full energy to my life, colleagues, loved ones, and the greater community I serve.

Okay, your turn:

What say you? Which approach do you take in your own life? What works best for you? Have you been experimenting with different approaches to preserve, replenish, and refresh your physical and emotional health?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

 

Sanctions

Money and

other economic

sanctions

Designed to and do

hit right in the deep pockets

of one man’s

autocratic

destructive impulses

 

Global banking system

shuts down invisible borders

Invisible access

in a manner

not possible

80 years

ago

 

Sanctions to restrain

the dictatorial power employed by a

singular

Head of State

in a state

of an unfettered dominance

Power not shared

Not among the people

Not on behalf of the people

But rather at the cost

Of the people

Their lives

And their livelihoods

For your consideration:

One man’s tyrannical actions have been met with a collective resistance. Rather than succumb to unprovoked aggression, the people of Ukraine and across the world have unified in a way perhaps most unexpected. In this, there is hope. Economic sanctions help.

Okay, your turn:

In what way, if at all, do you feel a shared sense of kinship with those who are left to suffer at the hands of an erratic and egomaniacal enemy? Do you agree with economic sanctions as an effective tactic? Does our current world of cyberbanking increase the effectiveness?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

 

From emptiness good things come

Emptiness

Emptiness

In the void

The void holds all

Full,

Pregnant with potential

Ready to spring forth from the protection of the darkness

Feels exciting

And nervy

Both on the same thin edge

An electrifying jolt

buzzing

Everything you need contained and held within the shell

as you begin to crack through the lining

and out into the open light

Ignited

and free to rise above

the surface

and

receive all the offerings

For your consideration:

Does the dark feel comfortable to you? I suppose it depends on the situation. For me, looking up at a clear night’s sky can be wonderfully mesmerizing. Walking out to my car at night on a nearly empty street without streetlights, not so much.

And for me, the darkest part of the year can leave me feeling a bit glum at best, and downright anxious at worst. As humans, we like many animals, however, benefit from the protective cover that Winter brings. And not unlike a baby bird, we are born out from a dark place that holds all we need to bring with us to survive out in the world, out into the daylight. May we (I) remember that, again and again.

Okay, your turn:

In what ways do you resist darkness? If what ways do you embrace it?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

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Give it a frame

Give it a frame

Give it a frame

through which to view

the year

your year

ahead

Never the same

as what may have come

of the year drawing

to a close

May it no longer be tamed

nor reduced to a simple game

To be repeated

ever more

or less so tame

and lame

as to be unwittingly turned away

from all the possibilities

that bring you joy

For your consideration:

When I was the Features editor for my school newspaper, I took great care in selecting from among the many photographs submitted by the photographers, paring down to the very few that most captured the emotions of the moment. The Sports editor, not surprisingly, focused on selecting the most dynamic action shots. It was with intention and a devotion to the story.

The same process can be applied to the new year. As you review all that was (and wasn’t) 2021, what are you bringing with you into 2022, and what are you leaving behind?

I encourage you to give yourself the opportunity to put a frame around the new year. As you would with a painting or a photograph, what are you choosing to put within the frame? What are you bringing into clear focus by framing it as such? And, by design, what are you thereby leaving outside the frame?

Put another way, we speak of the “framers of the Constitution.” The founding fathers — alas no founding mothers at least not officially — deliberately and with intention decided what would be included in, and excluded from, the nation’s foundational charter. (For more on that, follow this link to a previous edition of Soul Notes here.)

It makes a difference where you place the frame.

Okay, your turn:

What is it about the turning of the calendar from one year to the next that excites you? Anything about it that actually instead drives you a bit batty?

Do you approach each year with intention? If not, will you do so this year? Are you willing to give it a try?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2022 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

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A moment of repose

A moment of repose

As we approach another changing of the seasons

and a close to the year

I pose

this question

to you and for you

to consider

In a moment of reflection and repose

I suppose

It’s not too much to ask

Not too much to request

and suggest to myself

and to all who will receive it

That we take a breather

and embrace the stillness

the isness

and

the ever-available forgiveness

of the moment.

For your consideration:

Among the hustle of the holiday season, may you set aside a quiet moment of reflection and repose? Heck, set a timer for 22 minutes, if you must.  Yeah, okay, that may not sound particularly spiritual, but it works!

For me, this holiday season so far has been one of deep study and stillness amongst the storm of society, external influences, and seemingly endless unrest.  I go within, where all is well. I invite you to do the same. Let your soul be your guide.

Okay, your turn:

Would you rather plow through the holidays, making lists, and checking things off the list, going back to the list, checking the list again, and on and on? Or, would you rather smile at the joys of the season, the light, the shimmer and the glimmers of hope? What you see is what you get. The light is what you are.

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2021 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.

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Across the veils

Across the veils

From the center

outward

revolving

evolving

contacting

communicating

relating with

all the relations

Across the veils

so thin

and frail

To avail

myself the opportunity

to connect

with those

who have passed on

to other worlds

across the multiverse

only to converse

in telepathic ways

among the waves

of grief

For your consideration:

When we say someone has passed on, have they really left us, truly?

This time of year, with the observance of Samhain, All Hallows’ Eve, All Souls Day, Day of the Dead, all converging upon early November, the connection with the spirit world is stronger than ever.  I feel it. I lean into it. I blend with it. With each subsequent year, I emerge more and more connected, more and more at peace, with all that was – and all that – is.

Okay, your turn:

Have you lost loved ones, and if so, did the love leave with them?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2021 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.
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Coming in from the fields

Coming in from the fields

In agrarian societies such as rural Ireland, the harvest time was and is a time of bringing in from the fields all that’s been growing there. You truly reap what you sow.

Some prefer the word Autumn to describe this season. I like to call it Autumn. For some reason, I love saying autumnal. Saying the word aloud sounds as it is…full and rich. Another term in even more common parlance for this season (Fall) refers to the falling of the leaves from the trees. And, you may have heard the phrase “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

On a recent road trip to go apple picking, I visited a small (9-acre) farm and walked their orchard. An abundance of apples were scattered on the ground beneath each tree. Nature naturally (pun intended) knows when to release the fruit once the stems gradually loosen their grip, and the fruit becomes too heavy for the stem to bear. Gently, the tree releases its ripened fruit. So, somewhat to my surprise, I found the apple picking excursion to be more of an apple collecting venture. I did reach up and nudge a few apples from some of the trees into my basket. What stood out for me most, however, was the subtle, refreshing fragrance of the apples wafting in the air as I walked the paths between and among the trees. I felt a certain kinship with the apples and the trees, and thanked them for their gifts.

Whilst in a poetic mood, I leave you with a poem by John Keats that so lovingly captures the splendor of the season:

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
        To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
        For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
    Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
    Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
    Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
        Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
    Steady thy laden head across a brook;
    Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
        Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
    And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
    Among the river sallows, borne aloft
        Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
    Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
    The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
        And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

For your consideration:

As is often a theme here on Soul Notes, I ask you to take a moment to consider the lessons that nature teaches us, with each passing season. This Autumn, what are you releasing this season from your proverbial tree?  What are you collecting in your basket?  Any surprises?

Okay, your turn:

Share what are you harvesting. What are you bringing in from the fields? What is your bounty?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

© 2021 Lori A. Noonan. All Rights Reserved.