baby spider pressed against my windshield as I drive down country roads with a 50 mph speed limit and soon I will be on the freeway where the speed limit is 70
I pull over and look around in my car for something I can use to lift the baby off my windshield I find an old cardboard cup sleeve and push it under the little spider until he climbs on then I take him to the side of the road and dangle him over a dandelion leaf I watch as he lowers himself onto the leaf with his spider string and then I get back in my car and head for the freeway
sometimes it’s handy to have a car littered with cardboard cup sleeves
(A friend suggested this be read in Gene Wilder’s voice as Willy Wonka.)
And so we have the debt ceiling and I have a sinking feeling that when politicians are dealing with our economy keeling they aren’t concerned with healing or egos humbly kneeling or layers of corruption peeling or deal-sealing or politically yielding to stop our economy from reeling
In fact, “they” don’t seem to be concerned with “us” at all
I had a no car day today. I walked the loop past the cemetery, biked to the post office, and mowed the neighbor’s lawn. I watered things and vacuumed up grass clumps and cat hair. I watched a couple episodes of “Monk” and a Katherine Hepburn documentary and the Mariners game. I finished the last of the peppermint chocolate bar from Christmas and made myself some avocado toast. I’m now giving myself an assignment: write a poem about my day.
I had a no car day today moving through the green of May on my bike and my feet breathing in air that’s sweet with the smell of spring blossoms
And I sat in my comfy chair and watched Hepburn, Monk, and the Mariners and Hepburn lost her brother and Monk lost his wife and the Mariners lost their game
I had peppermint chocolate and avocado toast mowed the neighbor’s lawn and rode my bike to the post (office)
And now I’m watching game shows and watching people win and here’s a commercial with people driving across a long bridge, clapping, no hands on the wheel – and I find this kind of disturbing
I had a no car day today moving through the green of May on my bike and my feet breathing in air that’s sweet with the smell of spring blossoms -Karen Molenaar Terrell
I step out of the door for a walk around the block and am instantly surrounded in the magic of a spring evening in the ‘hood – immersed in birsong and frogsong and the fragrance of spring flowers as the cool air embraces them and in the sky a star twinkles at me connecting me to the divine – to a cosmos bigger than my problems, enveloping me in Its peace and joy
I am a part of something amazing -Karen Molenaar Terrell
The son and I talked about the tree on the drive home. 850 years it had lived on this planet! It had been seeded in the late 1100’s – around the time of Genghis Khan and England’s King John, before Mansua Musa or Marco Polo, da Vinci or Michelangelo. Before Henry VIII, Elizabeth I, Shakespeare, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr. or Mooji. It rooted into the soil as a tender seedling and grew during the Black Plague; grew while the ash from Krakatoa blocked the sun; and while factories sprouted up across the northern hemisphere. It grew while soldiers fought to end slavery; while World War I and World War II raged across Europe; while our planet warmed; and while division and despair made humans sometimes wonder if our planet was beyond repair. It grew. Quietly, without fanfare or medals or approval or star ratings – it lived, created oxygen, and grew – because that is what trees do. And maybe when it was older and sturdy, indigenous children played in its bends and called it “friend.” I like to think that’s true.
Yesterday I visited my wise friend, Charles. He could tell I was scared about our world. “Just be present,” he said. “Be a tree.” -Karen Molenaar Terrell
“DOVE. A symbol of divine Science; purity and peace; hope and faith.” -Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health
Wrestling with fears in a fierce battle of clutches and holds – all twisted up in knots, throwing Bible verses and Eddy quotes into the battle in a quick succession of stretches and locks tangled up my own ruminations – I stop mid-thought.
And I surrender. Give up. Let go.
It’s right and natural to be fear-free, I know. It shouldn’t feel like a battle to let fears go. Hanging on to the fears takes a lot of energy that I could better spend in happy reverie – filling my thoughts with Truth, Life, and Love – with the good things that come on the wings of a dove. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
“Beloved Christian Scientists, keep your minds so filled with Truth and Love, that sin, disease, and death cannot enter them. It is plain that nothing can be added to the mind already full. There is no door through which evil can enter, and no space for evil to fill in a mind filled with goodness. Good thoughts are an impervious armor; clad therewith you are completely shielded from the attacks of error of every sort. And not only yourselves are safe, but all whom your thoughts rest upon are thereby benefited.” -Mary Baker Eddy, The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, p. 210
“Fear never stopped being or its action.” -Mary Baker Eddy, Science and Health
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee…” -Isaiah 41:10
I put a dime in the traffic meter and bought myself four minutes. And I thought what could I do with my four minutes? If I could pay a dime for four minutes in past time – what four minutes would I bring back for myself? Four minutes with Mom and Dad? Four minutes with the sons? Maybe everyone together around the Thanksgiving table for four minutes more?
I put a dime in the traffic meter and bought myself four minutes. -Karen Molenaar Terrell
How freeing it is to be able to see my own pettiness, insecurities, vanity – helping me forgive others their egos in uncovering my own, helping me let go of the burden of trying to look perfect. -Karen Molenaar Terrell