The Gift

Photobucket

The Gift

I saw a man weaving a basket
by the side of the road
The sunlight shimmering
on top of his silver haired head
Intent he was, his gaze concentrated
upon his skilled fingers
twisting the pliable branches
Perhaps his mind drifting in and out;
his thoughts pausing to linger
on memories as faded as a cherished
and well worn photograph
Observing from a distance
His shoulders hunched
as he diligently created a vessel
that would one day hold freshly picked apples
or lovingly gathered wildflowers
A prayer...
A peace offering...
A gift...

Angela Minard 2011©

Comments

Wanda's Wings said…
What a beautiful story. Well written, Thanks for sharing,
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Eve said…
hmmm, YOU, ANGELA are a gift! And I love this poem! Thank you for sharing it with us. Thank you for the work you are doing. The hard, honest, brave work.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
John Buchanan said…
Thank you,I have Complex Regional Pain Syndrome and took up writing as a way of taking my mind off pain and to replace the loss of all my active hobbies. Finding a site like this was a pleasant surprise.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Anonymous said…
Lovely! Mom
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Peaceful Communication

Image
I’m at the point in my life where I know what I want, I know where I’m going, and I’m also clear about who I don’t want around me. I remember early on in my yoga journey looking up to my teachers, believing their teachings, believing that they practiced what they taught. I learned differently quite soon! With eyes wide opened, I also witnessed the lies..., and like any spiritual journey, if your eyes are truly open, you will see, and then find your own path without blindly following anyone. Lessons have been learned, my heart has been a bit bruised along the way, but those painful truths led me to trust in my own authenticity. I’m certainly not perfect, especially as a yoga teacher, but what you see is what you get. I’m honest. If you have an injury, I will tell you I’m not a doctor, I try to walk the walk, which means I’m prone to anger, miscommunication, poor judgment, etc...I don’t pretend to be anything but who I am. If I like you, you will know, and if I don’t, I won’t pretend...
Read more
Image
I am noticing that I’ve been heading in the direction of validating myself more often which has increased my confidence. This seems somewhat strange, because my belief was that the more outside validation I collected, the more confident I would become. What a colossal mind fuck!   
Read more

45’s Hellish 4+ years= Anxiety

Image
I wrote a post here about the recent presidential election. I composed it before we knew the outcome, and was so anxious, which is often when I write. I never published it. I knew things were going to be bad, but never dreamed the insurrection on January 6th would be one of the outcomes of 45’s hellish 4 years in office. I actually think the day he was sworn in is when my anxiety started to spiral. I started to feel increasingly unsafe, and I’m guessing that many trauma survivors would agree. Hell, not only trauma survivors, but minorities in general.  Last year at the beginning of the pandemic, the anxiety that I’ve always struggled with ramped up to disproportionately high levels. I had a horrible panic attack and dissociative episode that landed me in the hospital. I had been off of all psychiatric medications for at least 7 years, but made the choice to resume an antidepressant. It did help the depression, but my anxiety was still fairly high, so with my treatment team, we star...
Read more