The act of standing
On shifting ground
Takes two legs planted
Stomach held in
Chest held out
In your wisdom
For the young
For the mute
For the small
For the old
For the weak
~Shaku Selvakumar, July 2016
Those who know you
Those who hold you
Those who will have the real conversation with you
They do not need to follow your feed
To understand your hour of need
My 10 year old asked me in her
Direct and perceptive way,
“Mom, is it fun being a grown up?”
I wanted to say,
“Not always, my love”
There are anxious hours,
heartbreaking days, questioning nights
There are times of complete
Acceptance and depleting rejection.
There are minutes filled with busy work
And lonely stretched out seconds.
There is wonder. Despair.
There are cyclical ways of birth
Courage and cowardice.
Sickness and health
Days of Spring and of Fall.
Practical, billable hours.
Of deep enduring love
And some resentment.
Responsive and responsible.
Humiliation and humility.
Of measured hope in midst of
Days of wisdom and those of vanity.
Solitude and insanity.
Caring and careless.
Aged and ageless.
Miraculous and mundane.
But I said none of this.
Instead I took her hand,
and nodded my head.
—Shaku Selvakumar April 2014
We have desecrated what is sacred and there is an urgent need for all of us to do our part to restore the land.
And if that seems like a monumental task, then he says, lets start at least with the ground where we stand and where we rest our hat.
As this turbulent week filled with the mean spirited antics of selfish politicians played out, watching this interview with legends like Bill Moyers and Wendell Berry gave me hope.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Here is the interview: