NOTICE

Spring slowly unfolds in Rochester.  It demands a noticing.  With eyes alert to see the movements of winter changing to spring, spring is becoming.  It takes eyes of noticing. As I notice, my world becomes rich.  Recently in my yoga class I was reminded of this message.  This poem highlights some areas of noticing important to me.  As a teacher of writing, as I notice my life, in all of its richness and all of its power, in its suffering and its celebration--holding it in non-judgment--in an act of noticing...I can then be a conduit to allow others to take on this tool as well. 

Today at yoga

the message heard—

notice.

Notice my body

as it stretches

into poses that open.

Notice the quiet

 yearnings that erupt

 in silence between breaths.

Notice the slow movement

of spring awakening.

The honking of geese

northward bound to summer home.

The daffodils still popped green

with yellow lying dormant

waiting to erupt with continued

warm days.

Notice the movements within others

when listening with heart.

The dimpled half smile revealing

anticipation and anxiety

over hope for new beginnings.

The blinked back tears of

a son mourning a dad and a life

that can’t be.

Notice the inner ramblings

that come with silence

and heart listening.

That come with heeding

 the inner and the outer.

The quiet yearnings that erupt

 in silence between breaths.

The awakening of spring within.

Notice.