A Little Civility


In my previous life as an artist

I felt very good about my ability to create and spread beauty; one painting or sculpture at a time.

Rolling around in a wheelchair with marked loss of physical function prevents me from the creation of art-in-form.

I used to have so many dramas roiling around in my tired brain.

Things like deadlines and marketing and my presence in the community; an unrelenting barrage of “to-do’s”.

Without all that riff-raff I have learned to luxuriate in empty.

It scares me sometimes- that very emptiness can feel like obscurity or lack-of-potency or laziness or even disinterest.

This morning as Emma and I adventured downtown earlier than most

I passed by a number of landscape maintenance workers.

I said “Hola” or “Good Morning” or paused to chat about the fine weather.

I tipped my hat brim in acknowledgement of a hungry man rifling through cigarette butts.

The plaza sprinkler system came to life and it was quite a sight to see the pigeons fluttering in the mist.

My heart felt full to bursting from the salve of the tiny connections I had just made.

Tiny waves we are..each a part of but not separate from

the Ocean.

Good Morning.


5 Responses to “A Little Civility”

  1. CaroleZoom on April 16th, 2018


  2. Irene Peake on April 16th, 2018

    I find that since I retired, every conversation I have with someone (in the library, on line in the supermarket, waiting for a prescription), no matter how brief, feels like a connection.

  3. Jenny on April 16th, 2018

    Good Morning Kathy. Every bit of me says good morning with this beautiful song.

  4. Adele Rosen on April 17th, 2018

    Beautiful xxx

  5. Bryan Adams on April 17th, 2018

    Happy spring!

    Peace and Love. . .

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