Everyone is a teacher

A stormy week in the Sacramento Valley

Rain on and off, on and off.

Above, in the high passes of the Sierra Nevada

Deep drifts of snow, are the bears sleeping

Down here, rain on the rooftop

No finches, no crows, no owls to be seen

And like them all, I am also laying low

It has been days since I even went outside

James says it doesn’t matter where you are

It is what you do that counts.

James Lee Jobe

Why are you giving drinks to the mice?

Old Hungarian expression used when asking kids why they’re crying

Let the old resentments go

Everyone is a teacher, everything is a clue

James Lee Jobe 

B.B. King - The Thrill Is Gone

Poems where far too much happens

Poems where nothing happens at all

Look at me; I’m just an old man 

Scribbling on a legal pad with a pencil

Waiting for the coffee to brew

James Lee Jobe 

Link: Club Paradise, a poem by Ishion Hutchinson

May some kindness come our way today 

Be it giving, receiving, or both

James Lee Jobe 

When I surrender to beauty, I’m letting go of the ways in which I’m protecting and guarding myself. I’m allowing myself to expand, and I’m letting go of the sense of who I think I am, and then beginning to experience and touch into the actual expression of spaciousness. 

Lama Rod Owens

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James