While clearing out the old journals, I came across what reads like a bucket list, written at least 10 years ago. I’ve done a lot what’s recorded…I’m not saying what! It’s not a poem; I’m posting it as I found it.
I’m taking the rest of the year off from blogging. I’ll mostly be reading poems, taking walks to watch the last of the leaves fall from the pecan, ginkgo, pistache, oak and sycamore trees, eating, sleeping and practicing yoga. I’m teaching some classes so check the events if you’re in Sacramento and want to attend. In 2015, I add two weekly yoga classes and a poetry class to the schedule so please subscribe to the blog so you hear about them. I’ve got a poetry reading in January and another in February (new chapbook!) and hope to see you face-to-face at one or the other or both.
And since you’re already reading, which means you’re already thinking, why not scratch out your own bucket list-poem-note-log? Mix whimsy with what.
A wise friend told me the key to contentment is living a life in alignment with your values. A list can help clarify what matters. My understanding is that it’s okay to want things so long as we’re not too attached to expectations and outcomes. So I call these “fancies.” Stay lighthearted.
Start jotting: All you need is a few minutes, a scrap of paper and a pen.
Hope to reconnect with you here next year–
I want to sing like a whale sings on midnight escapades.
I want to be the drumbeat of freedom for animals.
I want to taste Maine snow in December.
I want to ride the moon’s curve into the Milky Way.
I want to travel the chambers of my night mind to hidden places.
I want to be pure energy in my warrior pose–a peaceful warrior.
I want to tame my judgmental mind like wind tames hills.
I want to see temples where buddhas sighed.
I want to climb mountains of affection then slide to the far side of ecstasy.
I want to swim ocean currents like a tiger shark.
I want to sing to the mockingbird, tell him I adore him.
I want to twirl a daisy until the petals blur.
I want to bridge the distance between love and hate with silence.
I want to slow the traffic of the streets.
I want strangers to meet hearts extended as well as their hands.
I want to fill the journals of forgiveness with poems.
I want to cartwheel into infinity and walk back again.
I want to meet a magician who transforms swords to ploughshares.
I want to watch a blossom turn into an apple from the perspective of a seed.
I want to be a bumblebee for one hot afternoon.
I want to call the words I need to the page where they are bidden.
I want to hear the elephant trumpet with all the space she needs.
I want each bite of food to taste of tenderness.
I want pain to melt unrecognizably like an ice cream cone dropped to pavement.
I want to see my mother again over a cup of tea.
I want to hold hands with my grandmother through the crosswalk.
For a moment, I want to encircle the world with a grosgrain ribbon of contentment.
I want to listen to every composition and know forgotten languages.
I want to see a dodo bird with a chick safe in a nest of twigs faraway.