Transition

The falling maple keys,

helicopter seeds, whirl from above

and like joyful confetti

scatter around you.

You moved through loss

and though there is a hole

in your heart that will never be filled,

still you can now, in the peaceful green leaf-fall, take a deep breath.

Know that all the love

you gave and received will never waste.

Believe that. Chew on that. Take it in.

Make it part of you, forever.

The evening air breathes the scent

of soft, sweet, rain.

Rain will wash and brighten. It nourishes.

Becoming the new person,

without the old need, is unfamiliar.

You flex and stretch the new muscle

of wholeness.

You are loved.

You always were.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman

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Pay Attention

Move too fast, and you miss the way

that bead of water quivers on the petal.

Stand still, and notice.

You will notice how the

fold-of-flower creates deep, pink

shadow-pockets.

The songbird’s sound startles you awake.

The distant plane feathers a white plume.

Everything wants to be loved.

You are called to that,

in this very moment.

How to begin?

Pay attention.

Protect

Life is precious.

People are not animals.

And animals deserve not to

be gunned down for no purpose.

How can anyone claim to be pro-life

in any way, when children and teachers

can be gunned down on a brilliant

spring morning anywhere in the nation?

But, Sandy Hook, Reynolds, Columbine,

Parkland, Springfield, and the heartbroken

others, it keeps on and on and on and on.

We will never be able to stop this

if we allow ourselves numbness, escape,

despair and overwhelm.

We need to feel the pain and let it move us

to real change.

Clarity, compunction, compassion,

action.

We belong to one another.

When we know that, we will protect life.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman

The Dating Game in Mid-Life

How to play the dating game in the middle of your life:

1. Realize that for many, it is indeed a game. For others, it is a life-longing, a holy grail of hope. And everything in-between.

2. Beware the photos that are too good to be true. They aren’t.

3. Accept that at some point, you may be the one to discern: it is not a romantic match.

4. And the next day, someone else discerns that about you.

5. Sometimes, you will wonder how you got to this age, and you are on a first date.

6. On the first date, you will talk about nearly-grown kids, and you will wonder about retirement.

7. Keep things in balance. Do not put dating apps on your phone.

8. Don’t give away your phone number too soon.

9. Sex is on every one’s mind. But the rules have changed considerably since you were a teenager.

10. Keep loving yourself, no matter how you feel other’s judgment.

11. Don’t be so cautious that you miss making a true friend.

12. Possessing a sense of humor is golden.

13. Remember that you are a child of God, and you are loved.

14. The more you can simply have fun, the better.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman

Darling Buds

Indeed, rough winds do shake us.

Nothing’s temperate in our time.

It’s a season of extremes:

loudest voices, biggest guns,

devastating storms, fire, flood,

politics over-the-top.

The goodness in us need be

unfurling, fast, and fully.

What soft breeze could blow to make

our better natures bloom?

Focused attention may bring

forth new courage, heart and mind.

With each breath we breathe this Spring,

may we bloom to action, kind.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman

Assistance

When you have not yet taken flight

and your wings are fresh but untried,

there are some things that might help you

summon courage before you leap into

an unknown that could be lonely:

1. Begin from your roots.

Let your feet be planted in experience and grounded in love.

2. Falling is a risk. But if you don’t risk the fall, you will never know the thrill of being airborne. The joy will likely outweigh the risk.

3. We all need help at times, especially in new ventures. Assistance will come, but perhaps in unexpected ways.

4. New wings need practice. Keep at it and you will get stronger.

5. The view from flight is beauty beyond imagining.

Lily

What to do when the very season of

spring and new beginning is strewn with

death?

Cancer’s ravenous appetite takes vibrant women in the middle of their lives;

teens perish in school and on the street;

innocents breathe their last in a poisonous gas.

How do we catch breath

when that thin veil is ripped open

and we know that we are dust?

What is beloved in this frail world

is like the white lily:

gleaming and fragrant.

We cannot stop decay but we can love.

Let the beauty stun you into silence.

Breathe in rain-sweetened mist

and dance until your knees wobble.

Hold hands.

In the midst of grief,

perhaps laughter will spill out

and gratitude will sing through us.

©️Laurie Lynn Newman