Lured Between Lines

Wednesday, July 15, 2020.  Recently, clearing clutter, I stumbled on a handwritten poem clearly written back in my Old Normal: mornings wandering through poems on WordPress, evenings lost in yet another jigsaw puzzle – both meditative practices, both prone to spark poems. Usually such poems go quickly into the computer; some connect to photos I’ve taken (or decide to take after writing); and some of those arrive here.

I’ve not posted in a while. Life got very complicated, and will continue in that vein for a while. My son was taken to ER in Minnesota (where he’s lived a couple of years) and ended up having brain surgery: glioblastoma stage 4. Devastating. Since, I’ve been to Minnesota, packed up my son and his things, and brought him here for what lifespan remains.

I am bit by bit turning back to meditative time-for-me (which benefits everyone under this roof!) and this poem has me blogging again. This collage merges imagery from the referenced posts with my own photo of lines in the sky.

These poems are well worth reading (again, if you already follow the poets):

Robert Okaji’s Dry Well @

Ken Gierke’s Deer Enclosure @





31 thoughts on “Lured Between Lines

  1. Wonderful poem but its occasion a heart breaker! Jazz, my heart is with you and I’m glad your son is too! All light and love💜🙏

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  2. So glad you are able to have your son with you Jazz. These are precious and delicate times. Your collage is so interesting. I always think of the deer as a conduit into the unknown, and the circle in the centre looks like an opening. I’m sorry for what you are going through. Hugs my friend.

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    1. VJ, thank you. In working the imagery together, the circle [view from within well] became a binocular view of yet another layer of lines beyond … yes, an opening into broader expanse.

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  3. Sweet Jazz,

    I am so sorry to hear of your son’s diagnosis. Please know that he, you, and all your loved ones are in my heart and in my prayers. May you all find comfort and peace in these days.

    Much love coming your way,


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  4. Dearest Jazz, I wonder if you have any idea what a generous a gift to others this gorgeous post is, and if you realize consciously that your capacity to sit with heartbreak and still look outward for possible blessings previously unseen stems directly from your capacity to give? Anyway, when I’m most moved to “help” or comfort seem also to be the times when I’m most at a loss for words of my own, so I hope you won’t mind my sharing those of another, which have always been a help to me:

    Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
    And the selfsame well from which your
    laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
    And how else can it be?
    The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more
    joy you can contain.
    Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was
    burned in the potter’s oven?
    And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very
    wood that was hollowed with knives? (…) ~from Kahlil Gibran’s THE PROPHET, “On Joy and Sorrow”

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    1. Stephanie, hugs and thanks … I’ve read Gibran’s words before, but not in recent days … good feedback! Especially the flutes (Gary plays native American flute – we have scores of them here in the house – each once a tree. Everything always in process of becoming whatever’s next …
      I appreciate your understanding as a mother of a special son. (Yes, they’re all special … but some more so!)

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    2. This quote of Kahlil Gibran offers an understanding of how we are a part of all that surrounds us, with each moment offering further insight.

      Jazz, I have no doubt you will gain an even greater appreciation for the broader perspective, including what’s before us but often missed, in this moment of narrow focus. And do focus during this tender moment.


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  5. Jazz, a beautiful post, but I am so sorry to read about what your son and you are going through. Many hopes, prayers, and hugs for your son’s well-being, and for yours.

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  6. Oh, Jazz, so sorry to hear about your son’s diagnosis. I can see from this post that caring for him, transitioning yourself as he transitions, that you are going deeply into each moment – looking within, looking beyond. I send hope and strength to your family.

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  7. Jazz, my heart goes out to you and to your son. I am well aware of the implication of his dx. May peace be his and yours as you await the inevitable.Blessings at this time. They are there… Janice Janice Keller Kvale, PhD, FACNM 4818 Berkman Drive Austin TX 78723 You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream. C.S. Lewis

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  8. You evoke that measured slow and steady space that meditative time allows to arise.

    A heavy blow this news about your son. So many folk are losing loved ones at present wherever I go.

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    1. Ben, thanks – good to receive feedback on the poem!
      And yes, the situation with my son is heavy … but it brings us together to share and know each other as adults … impossible living states apart, pursuing individual lifestyles … (a bit of Pollyanna in my soul I guess!)

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