December's Cyber Black Holes

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     Late evening arrives before I settle at last to compose my daily poem for my online poetry group. I breathe, toss out the detritus of the day, ask my writing team for something significant, pertinent to the day. 

      But my day involved errands, including finalizing the submitting of my request for a new passport (old one long-ago expired) -- so it seemed there was nothing there. Nothing other than holiday everything confronting me at every stop.

      Additionally, every day requires filtering an abundance of messages from my cyber mail box and seemingly anywhere I click on the Internet. I suspect that has been -- and continues festering in my mind. Not 'festering' like a blister, just trying to figure out how to both ignore it AND take advantage of it. 

      I go to the store for a needed item and feel guilt rise within because I'm not shopping the sales -- what if I need this item this year? Yes, my BLAH-BLAH is wearing out, if I buy now, I can be pleased that I did not pay full price. Only a fool pays full price… etc. etc.   

      The tape is one many marketing and business folks would be pleased to know was running with vehemence within me. BUT, I shake my head with each -- move on. 

      I think my year of purging excess items from every corner of my house, combined with spending a lot on helpful remodels and the items that go with that, has me on a simplicity plane. I do NOT need more material items. When something wears out, I trust I WILL obtain a fair and satisfying price as well as a more satisfying pleasure in the new item -- this vs. a more frenetic, holiday sales pressured purchase plan. 

      ANYWAY - this is the poem that spoke and flowed with only minor tweaks from first draft to final.

Cyber Black Holes

December upon us once again,

holiday scenes proliferate

multiply like rabbits breeding

no stopping strong urges

by businesses for green seed

their vacuums on full-power

sucking hard-earned dollars

into their silk purses, sugar-coating

debt with syrupy sweet deals

swirling about us like a budding

black hole, Friday after Turkey-day

caught like a star exploding

Cyber everything from one week prior

and on through one week after

with no real end yet in sight.

I tuck my wallet in a cyber-proof vault

yet still sense the contents siphoned

into the lightless coffers somewhere out there.

by judy Beaston

December 5, 2014

What I Need Today

What I need today....

Sometimes, what I need stares back at me from the oddest places. Rarely do I recognize what I need when peering into the unkind reflections parading themselves as replicas of me that I find in a mirror. Nor does window glass offer much in the way of honesty. But I might find it on a path in a forest, shrouded by trees whose branches mingle overhead like soldier's swords creating a path toward a new light.

Or on a beach, surrounded by sun or surrounded by fog, both merely embrace me in different cloaks of welcome. The surf pounds without tiring, pushing energy into my body-mind-soul whether I splash through its teasing waves or trod across the sand, bundled up against chilly winds.

And in those natural connections, I see what I need, what all of me inside to outside needs, in this moment, on this day. Tomorrow might change, but for now, right here, I know.

When Spring Arrives

My 'energy of renewal' felt vibrant at the beginning of January, the seeds of a large garden of writing loomed on my horizon. The seeds have not fallen on fallow soil, though the work has been difficult. The ground remains in need of nutrients, and I've been diligently pursuing the acquisition of a steady supply to bring the ideas in my mind to fruition. Writing courses wove through the opening months of this year, each helping me sharpen the tools I use in my writing endeavors. I also completed, through much painstaking effort and with the help of a fabulous editor, a nearly ten thousand word short story, soon to be published in an anthology of short stories (stay tuned). Poetry continues to be a daily outlet for thoughts and games and some serious composing as well. Flash fiction rounds out my writing hours, a version of fiction I find both extremely challenging and immensely fulfilling.

A major portion of my home (kitchen, family room and various other small areas) was plunged into renovation last Thanksgiving week and finally resolved into a beautiful, functional and welcome respite place around the middle of March. Yes, that was a long journey, but with a worthy destination. The effect on my writing was both positive and negative. My music suffered, however, and I'm just now getting back into the swing of playing my saxophone on a regular basis.

All arriving just in time for the bounty of spring flourishing around me, a season that annually encourages my body, mind and soul to embrace life.

Welcome 2014!

New years begin with the month of my birth, though my birthday falls on the far edge (the 31st). Not a clean slate. No, I'm not one of those folks who see the year as a clean slate upon which we pen our fresh starts (or repeat mistakes).

However, the shift in calendar years does arrive with the energy of renewal. I see buds arching their curled green shoots into a barely visible space above the ground that is my inner foundation. Yes, this begins soon outdoors, but I'm speaking of the seeds I planted within my heart and soul during 2013. They, too, needed a winter chill and a bit of hibernation time before showing their promise of fruit, their place in a foundation for what each day now holds. 

Looking forward to what might unfold in my writing life, family, home and music. Welcome 2014!