I have been absolved from being me
Confusion
it seems
is in vogue
Constant craving?
Oh darling the look of the season
I am assured
Absolution granted for
resting
in the arms of uncertainty
Forgiven
Pardon
Paroled
Freed
Convergence of a dozen souls
under wrought iron and oak trees
One hundred and fifty years of history
watching
Ladies of the evening
in this garden square of red
Lend support to wearies
in need of respite
Blooming
flowering
canopied in rich earth
And
unconditional love
It is our secret garden
good things are grown
In haphazard
ram shackled fashion,
beauty grows best when
Left to run wild
at times.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Twilight Time and morning mists
Here's to freshly ground coffee beans in my favorite blue mug, and the way the winds says good morning. Here's to Ella and Etta crooning and scatting over the liquid grey-green of the Alabama delta as we flow thru the morning mist to begin our day. Here's to deadlines and interviews and artists who share. Here's to lunch with my best gal pal who will be moving across the world with her real true forever love. It takes awhile to find that sometimes you know. Here's to MM's blue berried VI and the Ogre's beautiful translucent soul and Shannon's twinkle and my young Valie asking and seeking both question and answers in the same breath. Here's to lima beans with ketsup and new friends, and the ones and zeros that cause us to connect with each other and propel each to new awareness. Here's to the promise of Summer, and the air as soft as butterfly kisses- the sweetest of all kisses, except maybe the nape of the neck :-)Here's to a good vintage,RED and music below my feet and bubble baths full of rose petals and dreams full of inspiration. And here's to the hope of one day finding my hearts desire and recognizing it when I do.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Free Form Bonding
So I have decided instead of writing
another poem
about the lack of
my missing parts
my searches
my take stock of
all
that
is
wrong
I would let this flow
TESTIFY
to
all
that is so
RIGHT
We women soar together in a flock of silken wings
and moonsongs
Searching soothing swaying moving to the rhythm
of the music of our sisterhood
offering words to
if
not
heal
a troubled spirit ...then at least to
patch it ....mend it
sharing our coveted threads freely
with
those
like the Emperor
that haven't
a
clue
they have NOTHING on
Yeh
we women
we sisters of the tribe
are
real
good like that
We shes are strong
we are blessed
with Grace
along beside the waters
of discontent
we fill our cups
and
drink
to
LIFE
another poem
about the lack of
my missing parts
my searches
my take stock of
all
that
is
wrong
I would let this flow
TESTIFY
to
all
that is so
RIGHT
We women soar together in a flock of silken wings
and moonsongs
Searching soothing swaying moving to the rhythm
of the music of our sisterhood
offering words to
if
not
heal
a troubled spirit ...then at least to
patch it ....mend it
sharing our coveted threads freely
with
those
like the Emperor
that haven't
a
clue
they have NOTHING on
Yeh
we women
we sisters of the tribe
are
real
good like that
We shes are strong
we are blessed
with Grace
along beside the waters
of discontent
we fill our cups
and
drink
to
LIFE
New Orleans - Life Lessons- Learning to be me
So WOW!! New Orleans, great people, sexy men, art, life, and a lot of drama. I am not a drama person. Roommates off Craigslist are not the best idea. Still despite 6 weeks of my life being combined with the day in day out lives of strangers who share a home, lessons were learned - harsh lessons. Do I own my responsibility in all that transpired? Yes I do. Life is so very strange these days, and when you are 40 and starting a new chapter in your life, some lessons are extraordinary.
The good things out weigh the bad though. I am learning the ins and outs of Producing, I am in the process of Producing my own show, with an INCREDIBLY moody, intelligent, HOT Chef, who is turning out to be a great guide for me. I never really knew the extent of the lessons I have to learn. The battles I have within myself.
The past dozen or so years as a single mom has led me down some strange roads. Balancing work and a gypsy spirit, the need to nourish my own spirit and be a good parent, has been such a challenge. My son seems well enough - he is actually pretty incredible, and trying his wings in Seattle.SO NOW.... no excuses, just me and a lil blue SUV that's 5 years old, and my of course BOOMER THE FAITHFUL - a 10 year old pug/beagle(?) mix. Boomer is a road dog from way back, and has a love of John Hiatt and show tunes.
The good things out weigh the bad though. I am learning the ins and outs of Producing, I am in the process of Producing my own show, with an INCREDIBLY moody, intelligent, HOT Chef, who is turning out to be a great guide for me. I never really knew the extent of the lessons I have to learn. The battles I have within myself.
The past dozen or so years as a single mom has led me down some strange roads. Balancing work and a gypsy spirit, the need to nourish my own spirit and be a good parent, has been such a challenge. My son seems well enough - he is actually pretty incredible, and trying his wings in Seattle.SO NOW.... no excuses, just me and a lil blue SUV that's 5 years old, and my of course BOOMER THE FAITHFUL - a 10 year old pug/beagle(?) mix. Boomer is a road dog from way back, and has a love of John Hiatt and show tunes.
October Blue
These days clarity in most instances is a fleeting wanna be that tickles my nose and touches my hand... teasing me like the answers that float on the breeze. Everything's there you know, in the wind, every answer to every question, every tear ever shed, all the joyous laughter that greens the ages, in the air, all the time. I think Faith is a receptor... our spirits already know the ends and out of navigating the world. We just have to be open to receiving them - Open to the little sounds that the soft breezes whispher.
October blue offers a purity that is want at other times of the year. I find myself asking the really hard questions this month - the soul searching ones - the questions that lead us to choose a path at the proverbial fork in the road. Maybe it's the Harvest of more than Earths bounty, maybe it's the harvesting of our experiences. Maybe by sweet grace, every season that passes leads those of us who try to listen, a little closer to living our truest, most productive lives.
What I know for real and for true, is that answers do come. Paths and pitfalls are navigated sometimes waltzing-ly, other times bumbling and tumbling... the elegance of our journey determined by our abilities to listen to the breeze that whisphers the steps.
October blue offers a purity that is want at other times of the year. I find myself asking the really hard questions this month - the soul searching ones - the questions that lead us to choose a path at the proverbial fork in the road. Maybe it's the Harvest of more than Earths bounty, maybe it's the harvesting of our experiences. Maybe by sweet grace, every season that passes leads those of us who try to listen, a little closer to living our truest, most productive lives.
What I know for real and for true, is that answers do come. Paths and pitfalls are navigated sometimes waltzing-ly, other times bumbling and tumbling... the elegance of our journey determined by our abilities to listen to the breeze that whisphers the steps.
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