Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stress. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 27, 2024

Louder Than The Cicadas



 I hear the voices. Jabbering louder than the Cicadas do, a thousand little men shaking baby rattles. So much messaging, so many messengers. I’m more aware of them in my life. Stories as pervasive as the cicada in summer.

I hope and wait for the caffeine to flush the sludge of melatonin out from my veins and my brain. I read a couple chapters to remind myself who God is; and try to remember who I am. My coffee mug and I move to my desktop turning on the computer. Sit down to scan today’s news feed; chaos, murder, memes, Hitler, Trump.

 Other voices unbidden whisper negative comparisons; not good enough, not productive enough, not gifted enough. Critical of self, critical of others. It’s an effort to not put others down sometimes. Put ourselves down. Hard to let joy bubble up. Be okay with the losses. They must be a normal thing; cause that’s what every singer sings.

The blanket of summer heat presses down and the Cicadas screech. In the right frame of mind they settle into the background; a symphony of white noise. A strong wind, a passing semi, jars them into a discordant chattering.

There’s a place I go where water cascades over grey sandstone, dripping and bubbling in summer, falling and crashing in spring. Ducks and water drown out the cicada to a low buzz. If I’m intentional, the waterfall speaks to me in its’ own voice, reminding me of who created the stars, and calls them all by name. The voice that knows me by name and called me from the beginning. And the one who, I’m guessing, has a name for each Cicada.

Thursday, March 28, 2024

Reluctant Spring



 If cold glaciers formed here,
Creeks would flow from crack and crevice,
As anxiety and angst flow down,
From sinew and bone,
Flooding pool and tranquility.

Daisy springs up in shade,
Bonnets cower and hide in cold, 
Reticent to unsheathe themselves,
Huddled and aching,
Akimbo embracing the Sun.

Russet lake churned by rain, 
Slogging seething unsettled moil,
The muddled mind seeks clarity,
Aerates and agitates,
Clear and tranquil moving downstream.