Refection Pool

Why this? Why now?


“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

~ Leonardo da Vinci

I woke up this morning fully inspired to write about one topic but at my fingers started typing, other ideas have decided to emerge. Time to do what we do best, deal with the hand that we have been dealt.

Next week, I will be completing my 42nd trip around the sun and just yesterday, I successfully passed my first ever test in Taekwondo. If you had asked me earlier this year or at any point in my life, I would have told you there is no way in hell I would even join such an exercise or discipline. I had a solid list of reasons ready and I will share some of these with you.

Reasons for why NOT to engage:

  • Confusing the sense of excitement for panic
  • But I am too old
  • My work life is too demanding
  • I barely have enough me time
  • I will lose my sense of freedom
  • I will lose my autonomy to do as I please
  • Really, what if I suck and the situation is completely hopeless

I chuckle and shake my head now as I read over this list that is so generic that it might as well be called – why not try to learn/master something new in life. Clearly, at some point of this internal dialog, I won the battle. It took a couple of counter questions “Why the sudden interest? Why now?”

That is when the gates of resistance morphed into the windows of opportunity.

Taekwondo classes weren’t easy at first. I need to rephrase this. None of the classes are easy but at some point, your self confidence blasts through the stratosphere and the rest is gravy from that point on.

Impressions of my first class:

  • I am going to die: time check reveals it is just 5 minutes into the warm up.
  • So my hand needs to move fluidly while my leg shifts: all this hand/foot coordination business; my brain is exploding. Remember, Meena you learned how to walk and took a lot of hand/foot coordination. You got this!
  • I do have autonomy and choice: I can chose to leave all of life’s distractions at the doorstep of the do-Jang and for one hour become one with an equally dedicated group of individuals.

Yes, my hands and feet do move almost non-stop it seems like through out the class. My mindset and my energy shifts as well. Despite my leaving life’s distractions at the front door, I will suddenly be gifted with an AHA! of insight and then I can’t resist the smile that spreads across my face.

I never expected that to have come from the simple commitment of showing up and following through by doing my best. Practice is a pathway to perfection and even though I am still early on that trailhead, the breadcrumbs I need to follow are there. For that one hour, simply being in the flow in order to become part of the harmony of the collective.

We laugh, we make mistakes, we laugh even more. We focus, we encourage, we support. It is truly a joy to see someone overcome their personally challenging techniques. Their victory becomes our victory. You then know, as part of this collective, only good will come.

I am not sure where you are at in your own personal dialog of why not. Remember the two counter questions at your disposal “Why this? Why now?” Leave me a note and let me know what new thing/activity/practice you have decided to take on.


Impromptu Poetry · November PAD



When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
~ Ansel Adams

He sat there perfectly still;
His eyes betrayed his intentions;
They were moving – scanning and seeking.

Not yet, he told himself;
Gathering the dusk about him;
His cloak of invisibility.

He’ll be ready for them this time;
The landscape, his chapel;
The photograph, his prayer.

~Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Carrying, No License, Part Time Concealed


I always seemed to know;
It always started with nightmares;
A wolf’s howl, a bear’s growl, a shark’s kiss;
Puppy kisses, kitten hisses, billy dances;
Scary or cute, it was a nightmare all the same.

A phobia, so illogically conceived,
That endures,
Lies dormant, waiting
For me to be with child;
Rehashing fears and unleashing terror.

What if the little one is not human?
What if he/she has fur? Claws or a beak?
What if he/she has a dorsal fin?
Hooves, they have them for sure;
Man beast or werebaby of that I am sure.

~ Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Down To The Wire


Neck and neck they raced;
Oblivious of the track;
Wind swept – terra firma receded as
They took flight.

It was him and her, doing what they do best;
Run – from trouble, for a cause, towards an embrace;
A challenging life sprinkled with bliss;
Neither cared for the spectators

Who lay down wire after wire on the track
Determined to tally and re-tally the score
Of a gender race that spiraled out of control;
Neck and neck they forged ahead

Pausing to make sure the other was still there;
Still smiling and completely detangled from
Mankind’s wires – those two were humans
But never part of the race.

~Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

Universe, Multiverse, Any Verse?


I people watch for sport:
Entertaining enlightenment or enlightening entertainment;
The jury’s out on this one
As I project onto these people a full narrative;
Back story – their sole crime was to catch my muses fancy.

That woman there in haute couture and shabby shoes;
Glazed eyes and twitchy lips, fingers tapping nervously;
Oh wait! It’s anticipating – a smile cracked her face open;
Light flooded in and worry washed out as he hugged her;
His embrace fills in the blanks.

I came as soon as I could;
Of this I am now convinced. A universal hush descended;
“I am here for you. That’s all that matters now.”
His urgent whisper and fervent prayer is witnessed by all;
For a moment, we all bear witness.

Time unfreezes, each of us blending into the backstory of life;
Our fabric frayed – loose and fluid;
A tapestry of coincidence and observation:
Master Weaver, Grand Coordinator, Heavenly Father;
Life’s greatest mystery – may it never unravel.

~ Meena Rose

Impromptu Poetry · November PAD

If Only


If only I’d mastered the dance and
Fully surrendered to the ebb and flow;
Moon tides, life tsunamis and soul quakes.

Pancakes left uneaten – food no longer comforts;
Emotions scrambled like eggs – some oozing still;
Feet cast in stone – the beat of the drum is hushed.

If only I’d perfected riding the surf and
Joyously left the charted domains behind;
Moon beams, ocean’s song and heavenly bliss.

The mai tai beckons from the shore – I wave back;
Joy etched upon my face – I hear Him sing;
Soaring, rising and free falling – I tumble in His love.

~Meena Rose