Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Drum Song

In the dark
   the drum beats time
while soul-fires blaze
   and set the night aflame

whirl in the dancing
   dream time

dance the night
and wild

   with breath
   howl down the moon

and tear with fangs
   the chains of time.


Let the mask fall
   flood me with all the darkness
of your hidden soul

Rend my flesh
   with the claws of your fears
and deep desires

From my darkness
   I will meet you in the flames
of painful pleasure

Teeth bared
  moans like screams
claw the night

As we rip away the layers
   that hide us
and lie naked in the storm.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The Dance of Darkness

Bring your darkness
    Bring the demons of your soul
Bring your desires
    Bring the fires of your heart

My darkness waits
    A raging beast caged
Within the confines of my soul
Break the cage
    the fetters that bind
And let my darkness feed
    on yours
As your demons claw
    and rend

With bared teeth
    and feral roar
Let the flames burn
    our fetters

And the blood
   of a thousand wounds
Stain the deep-most
   reaches of our hearts

Burn with me
    Rend with me
         Bleed with me
              Die with me

Lie with me in tatters
    that heal my wounds
        and feed my soul
             in blood.

Dark Nets

The Dark has many nets
    to snare the unwary mind
        and draw it deeply down
             where Demons feed
                   and nightmares roost

A single mis-step
     and balance,
          so dearly bought
               in hard-won battles,
                      is lost

Sliding down
      the knife edge
            of memories
                  cuts deep the soul
                        and only
                              bleeding tatters

Beyond a Filtered Eye

In a filtered world
   what you see
        is not what is

Behind the clear eye
    fires rage
       and soot-cloaked soul
             drowns in the ashes
                   of self-immolation

Knife on flesh
     draws out pain
           in blood
                masking deeper hurt
                       of thought claws
                              rending heart

Shaken by storm-winds
       of self-destruction
              she lies tattered
                    praying for the sun.

Demon Play

With Teeth Bared
    and Eyes of Fire
My Demons Rend
    the night-dark of my heart

and Tear Bloodied
     Tatters of Will
Shredding a facade
     of Domesticity

My Throat Bared
    I Howl at the Night
Wrapped in Raven's Wings
    of Solid Flame

I Breathe the Beat
     of a thousand hearts
and Eat my Soul

Waiting Shades

In the shadow'd corner
    of a mind's eye
there hides a darkness
    the eye tries
not to see
   by planting images
of light
   and bright flower'd
faerie gardens.

Yet in each shadow
   cast by light
dark shade waits
   and whispers
songs of pain
   and dark seduction

And the mind's eye
drawn deeply
  into dark
where shadows cling
   and feast.

Thursday, February 14, 2013


the measurement of a soul's mate
is not weighted in packaged words
or monied trinkets
nor in measured practiced looks

but in the heart's song,
the whispered non-sense of bodies-touch
that touch beyond body;
in eyes that see soul-deep
and gift the self unknown

the measurement of a soul's mate
is beyond measure, and beat, and time
it dances to music of the stars
and encompasses worlds in a single touch

Monday, February 11, 2013


Like a droplet of Spring's heart-blood
       on the pale innocence of a Winter's landscape.
             The cardinal sits.
Writing the promise of our renewal
       on the blank canvas of new-fallen snow.

             As we sit...

Monday, October 10, 2011

Butterfly Woman

With Butterfly Wings
    she dances
        on the breeze
Of her own fancies

In feather brush-strokes
    she creates
         soul windows
out of rainbow paint

Deep in her mind's eye
    she writes
          love songs
out of sun and moon light

The Butterfly Woman
    she sings
         secret songs
from Life's beginning

The Song of Us

Enwrapt in the darkling quietude
    Sit by my side...and let the world slip
And you and I alone
    in our togetherness
Breathe our thoughts as one.

Come to me without touching
   in the still silence of our souls
And leave 'you' and 'I' by
   as, finally limitless,
We sing the song of 'Us'

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Modern Jester.

The madcap Jester
   in bathrobe motley
Bleats his horn
    in the jungle
        of our subconscious

With his shield of Humor
    he wields words
like weapons
    piercing the armor
of our preconceptions

He hunts the hunters
    and from his throat
bellows the defiance
    for the silent deer

Enter the Wall-World
    of his dreams
at your own risk
   prepared to be provoked

Through song he sings
    harsh truths
(This romantic poet)
and relishes the duel
   with Thinking minds

Come thought-bare...
    and prepare to leave
envelop'd in nettle barbs
     of prickly wit.

Tightrope of Life

I never wanted to walk the line
Between the damned and the divine

But now I strive to sit and wait
Upon the razor-edge of fate

Dreams and Fancy, Truth and Lies
The masquerade behind my eyes

Holding balance, staying free
Twixt what has been...and what will be.

The Puppet

Pretty little Doll

Once she danced
    to the beat
of her own drummer


She ties the strings
    around her limbs
and dances to the beat
     of another.

In the Earth Garden a Goddess Sleeps

In a forgotten forest
    in a mossy glen
A Goddess lies

Her fern-crowned head
    nestled in the bosom
of the Earth

She dreams us whole
    and dreaming;
Wakes the sleeper
      in our soul.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Jungle Morning 2003

Morning dew
        in silver droplets

Prisms of color
         and evaporate
At every turning

Jade and Ocher
    vie for dominance
          as leopard screams
split the silence of the mind

Monday, August 15, 2011

The Doll 4-6-01

A broken doll lies forsaken
     on a dirty sidewalk
Her porcelain smile soft
     and wistful
Her painted eyes still
     sparkling with life

Belying the cracks
    and rents in her broken body

Abandoned and unloved
     she lies exposed
          to the elements
Unnoticed by the busy
     bustling feet
           of passersby
They are intent on their own worlds

     she waits in vain
For the once-cherisher
     who will cherish her
No more.

Butterfly Wings 10-00

Butterfly Wings brush my cheek
     and I begin to tremble and ache
Words dissolve and melt
     in the fire from the least of touches

Locked in my mind
     thoughts coalesce then dissipate
Lost in the gentle brush
     of fingers across my cheek

You ask me what I feel
     I do not know
I can not say
     I haven't even told myself yet

But I grow weak and tremble
     with a mixture of desire and fear
when words and thoughts dissolve
     in the seduction of Butterfly Wings 

Desire 9-19-00

Our eyes meet and fire crackles
          Electric Force
               Connecting two desires

Heat is transferred
          and magnetized
               in proximity

Morality and Thought melt
          in the furnace
               of our gaze

Bodies touch without touching
         connect in ether
                desires merge

Molten Energy when our eyes meet.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Divided Choice 9-18-00

Conflicting Desires
     Torn in two
Lust and Love
     on opposite sides
Exerting equal force

One choice leads to
The other to

Flip the coin
     and both sides
make you lose

Frozen in the middle
     you cannot
Turn to one
Turning away from the other

Torn in two
     you stay

Hidden Knowing 3-31-94

I hide from life within a cage
     ignore inherent facts of age
          and hide my head at face of rage

In fancy, free, my thoughts do range
     imagining worlds, exceeding strange
          where every moment heralds change

But from reality hide my face
     balk at mankind's scrabbling race
          and fear life's speeding, hectic pace

I hide from my relentless age
    I build a wall surrounding change
         Ignore time's track upon my face

But know, inside, and suffer pain.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Torn 9-20-00

Balancing on a Razor's Edge

Cut by choosing

Cut by staying

Crystalline tears drop
          and shatter

Scattering needle-dagger shards

Wrap yourself in the tatters
          of discarded armor
                    and bleed

Shadow's Time (between 95-00)

Dying trees spend their last
     in a brilliant gasp of color
This is the time when
     Death takes over

Samhain, All-Hallows, All Souls
     The Day of the Dead
The haunted spirits are free
     to roam the world

Hide, or they may take you over
     black cats arch and hiss
Defense in glowing eyes
      and gaping orange grin

The young and young-at-heart
     hide faces in a masquerade
daring to become what cannot be
     and, for a moment, being Free

Tides of Life 3 - 2001

 Ocean tides of life
    sweep over all
Time lingers on and
    flows in waves

Open hearts, the
    blood-tide flows
sweeping, singing, sighing

Energy flows like
     music through
my soul...
     Connection with
all of creation.

An Ocean of Trees 3 - 2001

In an Ocean of Trees
     Energy builds and flows
Connections form as walls
     and defenses fall
Community and oneness
     create themselves through
Joined in openness
     beneath an
          Ocean of Trees

Kaleidoscope early 2011

A fun-house mirror-maze
     my mind
Lost in distortions

We see ourselves
    through warped glass
Shifted and slanted

Funny how many
    find that scary

The twisted view
    births creativity
Without the warp
    the weave fails.

Passion 11-11-94

In the heat of Passion

    Bodies Entwine

           and Touch

Limb curls about Limb

     As Heat begins

          and turns to Flame

Fire consumes the Blood

     and Sweat moistens Flesh

          as Bodies Merge

          and Souls Unite

In the Heat of Passion

Unity ~ 1994

Life simplifies itself in Darkness

Confusing colors disappear at end of Day

Shades of gray define
     and unify the world
          of Night
Where quiet reigns
     and sleeping lovers
          lie tangled
In a silvered sprawl of limbs and shadow

Becoming One Inseparable Being

Differences are gone
     ugliness departed
Into a swirl
     of silver moonlight
          and black shadow
By Night's equalizing darkness

The conflicts of Light are gone

Life simplifies itself at Night

Parallel World 3-30-94

Shadowed trees stand sentry 'round
     the grove of moon's reflection
While peaceful clouds play hide-and-seek
     with starlight's loving-bright projection

Hidden faeries usher forth
     knowing well of Night's protection
Working their bright will on earth
     not fearing mankind's cruel rejection

Dreams abound for those who see
     whose eyes hide not behind convention
And Love and Peace are there for all
     with life's great gift: Imagination

Romance in Moonlight 3-30-94

 Moonlight shimmers on a silent lake
     Fragmented into diamond shapes
          By wind's loving-errant fingers

Night's forgotten splendor holds sway
     In dusky garden, overgrown
          With waterfalls of trailing roses

Silver-edged trees stand sentry
     With moon-sharpened limb-lances
           Protecting Dream's abode

Romance defines itself in Darkness

Paradox ~ 1992

 Fate beats at my soul
     with night-dark wings
As ravens circle
    the red death of Heart's corruption

Sliding, my mind falls
     into the abyss of night
And light fades from me
     as I fall into the grip of despair

My being cries out
     for succor from the blackness
That surrounds me
    and foul wins tear me
From my unstable perch of sanity

Where is the reason, the hope
    that will save my soul from terror
Where lies the meaning
     that will bring my essence back into light

In me, flickers the candle
     that holds sanity, life, and hope
In me, the only help
     to bring me back from the abyss

I lie in the midst of Paradox
     and tremble.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Irony 9-92

The Blind may lead the Blind
     Soul's blind  follow Destruction's course
Damnation Eternal
     Led through Flame to Fire's heat
Melting, Burning  Innocence away

Charred Black, corruption follows
     Deceit, Decay, Destruction
Lit in Sable
     Scarlet Blood flows in and around
Etching out the Ruin of the World

Mankind crumbles and the Destroyer laughs
     Taking Pleasure in the Pain
Enjoying our Descent
     Herein lies the Paradox
We are Destroyed...and Destroyer

Monday, August 8, 2011

Metamorphosis 09-92

White on Black
     Contrast of opposites
Etching of shapes
     Cut-glass edges

I am bound by conformity
     Chains of collective morality
I want to fly
     Void perfection for chaos

Bathe the world in color
     Distort the edges of life
A sea of individuality
     a new reality

Dark Seduction 2-29-92

Darkness Threatens
A shroud drops
     over my mind
Hiding light and
Behind a black Veil

Light eclipsed by Dark
The world grows dim
     around me
And Night pours
     inky blackness
Over and through my soul

Imprisoned in my Mind
I strive to break
     the hold
The seductive power
     of Night

Seduced by blackness
     I hide
Try to escape
     to break free
But I am bound
     by chains
Fetters of the soul
     and Desire

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Golden Rule 8-2-91

Good intentions pave the road to hell
     What they say may well be true
But sometimes good intentions are
     The only things that we can do.

We spend our lives in striving for
     The things which we believe
But we have no way of knowing,
    in the end, if anything done was worth the doing.

Despair may crush and topple
     All our castles of the soul
But the worthwhile life is one in which
    you make your dreams your goal

Bottled Nostalgia 12-18-90

Friendship is like a good wine
     It improves with age
The color and flavor become richer
     With each memory shared
Savor thoughts of friendship
     As a precious gift
Given to lighten the heart
     When troubles weigh heavy
And if you grow apart
     As friends sometimes do
Uncork your bottle of memories
     And take a drink
You cannot lose by drinking
     But only gain comfort
For this is the one bottle
     That will not run dry.


{This is a monologue written for First Stage - Intern program at Stageworks Summit - Summer 1988}

I'm afraid.
I guess of rejection.   I'm afraid of not being wanted, or loved, or even accepted.   So I retreat.  I pull back from the world to hide and watch.
Especially among people I know who've turned me away before.  Oh, that WAS years ago, I'll grant you that...but...I'm still afraid.
Do you know what I mean?
Do you know how it feels to want to join something but to be too afraid to make the first move?  and to pull back into your mind and watch, just watch.
Almost as if you were a child again peering through a window watching others at play, yet too shy to join.
Do you?
Some of you must.  I can't BE the only person who feels this way.  
Maybe I'm just insane...crazy...locked in my head...
Too much reading I suppose.  Too much daydreaming about romance, adventure, fantasy ... life...

"She's just too far gone to be real"

That's what you think.   Isn't it?   At least...some of you do.
Do you know what it's like to want someone... to love someone...and to let chances to show him slip through your fingers because you're too afraid of rejection.   You think to yourself (trying to work up nerve)  'what's the worst that can happen?  A 'no' right??'   but a 'no' isn't the worst is it?
Rejection.  Utter disbelief of your feelings.  The loss of a friendship
THAT'S what you risk losing...and to me the 'odds' aren't good enough to risk the loss of a friend.  
There are so few that I can talk to...I mean really talk throw one away.
So...I'll just fantasize about the risk paying off...Dream of Life...
And when I'm threatened I'll just...retreat from reality...
into my head..
where I can't be hurt...
or rejected...
or loved... least...I'm...

End Scene.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jog

Sometimes home is a place you need to go back to to remind yourself of why you left in the first place.

This little ditty came out in response to a dinner-table incident.

"...but then it hit me square across the face....out of the mouth of one of the older male relatives came something that made my jaw hit the floor and my brain sieze up.     I was literally floored.    I had thought that racist derogatory terms for someone whose skin happens to have a different hue were a thing of the past (or of isolated pockets of KKK-ville)   But no...apparently people still use language like that to describe (his words)  "those people"

Well let me tell you something Uncle-Racist.   I won't have *MY* children around THOSE People...and by that I mean YOU.     I will not condone such appalling bigotry by remaining in the same house or allowing my children to do so.

PEOPLE are PEOPLE regardless of hue
But I won't have my children round people like YOU
People who judge by the color of skin
are not people whose company I choose to be in

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Valentine's Day 2009

My heart lies sheltered
in the cradle of your soul

I can be more than I dreamed
through the gift of your love

Entwined with you I touch eternity
and soar.

Entwined with you I am whole

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

...all tumbling down...

...the castles built in stone reveal themselves as merely sand
and crumble to the touch
...and the dreams we had we thought were gold
tarnish now and rust

...and the hopes we placed in plans we made
have withered on the vine
...and we stand alone and watch the waves
wash clean our foolish pride.

When it stops serving you it's time to let it all go.

Monday, December 28, 2009

A Year in My Own Words

Thankful for old friends; espcially the ones I didn't know I had at the time.

Loves Mark. My Forever Valentine

Has discovered Lake Hydrogen-Peroxide. It's outside my bathroom door.

Now discovered Lake starts at elmer waterfall...meanders across messy-room-land to become a lake on the 2nd shelf of bookcaseville.

Is marveling at all the new places she is discovering in her house. Today it was Paper Towel Lane.

Just had the best phone conversation. Reconnecting with an old friend.

Is amused by her son's eclectic spelling: He want's "franch frais"

My son is surfing his RC car. Stand on it...balance...balance...woosh...thud..."I'm ok Mommy...I'm ok"

"Never" and "Can't" are fences for your mind. Take them down and live Limitless

"Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself. "

Weirdness, when stifled, becomes Neurosis. Live Your Eccentricity

Dance Naked in the Rain with Flowers in your Hair

Email Notifications are like little erection daisies popping up in a field of cyber-thoughts.

Houses should come with a "self cleaning" ovens.

Coffee...Chocolate...Wine. I'm adding these food groups to my Nutritional Pyramid

If Life could be expected...then it would only be a memory.

Sometimes you need to live life with nerve endings uncovered by a skin of feeling and exist WITHOUT Filters.

Walk alone at midnight. It frees the soul from bondage

Nothing so beautiful as a full moon over a tropical island

POOL...GRILL...BBQ CHICKEN....CABERNET. Does life GET better than this?

Money doesn't BUY just lets you enjoy the HELL out of it.

Adrenaline Rush...haven't been HERE in a while. Too Long.

Popular Vote should not be allowed to write Discrimination into the Law.

No better way to start the week than spending the morning in bed with Mark.

Wishes her finances could be as joyful as her relationship

Some people cannot see past the end of their own agenda

Time to brew up a little magic

Wonders: Is that Pixie Dust in your pocket...or are you just happy to see me

Tryin on her Diva skin. And it feels like Home!

Wave your Magic Wand baby...c'mon and take me there.

Love is a symbiotic must continually be co-created to persevere...that's why they call it "making" love.

The mirrors we hold up for others also reflect our own insecurities back at us. Helping another see their truth simply shines the light brighter into our own darkness. Bless the circle of life for we cannot give without receiving.

You can't live who you are until you let go of who you think you should be.

What is the sound-track of your life...what music plays you and calls you it's own. Music is the instrument through which we live our lives...

What is the soundtrack of your life...What songs speak the language of your soul?

The Possibilities are limitless. The only limits in life are the ones we impose upon ourselves

Forks and spoons fresh from the washer...become a bunch of balloons in the hands and mind of a child.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip...

All my left turns in life finally led me right....I'm so glad I can see and appreciate that. I <3 you Mark...Happy Birthday (8/22) Turning 21 again right?

How does one get a 10 yr old to do a writing assignment without doing it for him? "Just take the note-pad and WRITE...even if it sounds can take what makes sense but it's the physical ACT of writing that makes things come"

Nothing says GOOD MORNING like watching your neighbor's car go up in flames

Lesson 1: In the war between thumbs and Library doors...The door wins.

Happy Anniversary to the Love of My Life. October 15 2009...15 years together, 12 married and I'm still Madly in Love.

Pedaling madly and falling futher behind. Just can't do this anymore.

and the winds of change begin to blow....

Trying to help my husband memorize lines is similar to him trying to help me comprehend higher mathmatics. Our thinking styles collide and then our brains implode.

I finally understand the joy on my grandmother's face when I would bring home a school project. This stuff is FUN

Restoring Order after chaos.

Wants to Wish the HAPPIEST of Thanksgivings to all friends: Old or New; Near or Far....and all her Family: in Name and in Heart. I am so thankful to have all of you in my life and enriching my life....I would not be who I am without you. May we have many more years of building memories together. Blessings to you all.

And the blessings flow from the sky....and the clouds hug the mountains close and cool the air...and the wind breathes out new life and fresh spirit. Let the cleansing rain fall and wash us new. ~Blessings on a Rainy Thanksgiving~ ...and now to go spend this rainy day preparing food and home in gratitude for all I have been gifted with...

Cheshire Cat Grin

parenting needs to come with vacation pay....and lots of valium...and maybe a fully stocked bar and personal masseuse too.

fighting for every inch of that "Most Wonderful Time Of The Year" feeling.

May all the blessings of the Season be bright upon you. May you be enfolded in the warmth of the love of family and friends. Happy Holidays to All.

*Santa* the real the spirit of love and light that fills us all as we bring Joy and Love to those dear to us...but more than that...when our joy and love extends beyond our circle into the hearts of those who have no joy or hope or love. Send your love into the world like a butterfly without any attachment to where it lands or who it's enough to know it will make the world a little brighter

Sunday, March 16, 2008

In Your Own Words

On a board I post on we were asked to describe an our own words. This was the best I could come up with.

Deep in the darkest quiet of my soul
         there is a stirring...
a hum of sound that is not sound...
         a wave of light,
                 of fire
that burns without consuming...

the ocean of my soul parts
       and lets in the wet of you.
our waters merge into the oneness of desire...
         where the bonds of flesh slough off
                      and all that is we becomes a torus.
A symbol of eternity. 

Eon moments of unity...
                               of wet...
                                      of flame.
Until we slowly come back to ourselves.

Separate yet bound
      on a level of the soul
that hums the sound of us
      as it quietly waits to stir
once more.

that's the best I can do to describe the indescribable.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Two Roses

 For Tatiana & Huberto on their Wedding Day

Two Roses
     on a Single Vine
Soul Petals Brushing

Soft Love Rain-mist
          like Dew
Melting One into the Other

Entwined they are

They Bloom Eternally
     and Merge 
Barriers Disolve
     in Love
and they are United
    In Time

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Love ~ 10/00

The scent of love lingers in the air

Between our bodies sparks still fly
Damp and glistening we lie apart yet touching
I feel your eyes caressing me
I breathe your breath
And become more a part of you

Your scent lingers with me
It comes back to haunt me
When we are apart
Moisture flows at the thought of you

We burn the air and shift time
Together we create a new reality
I long to be filled with your life
And gift you with creation

The sum of US is greater than eternity

(In honor of Valentines Day)

Monday, February 11, 2008

Water Roses ~ ?/2000

Petals Fall Outward
From the Heart of the Rose
As Foam-capped Waves
Caress and Shape the Sand-covered Shores
Moonbeams Dance
Across Endless Expances of Water
As They Multiply in Reflection

Soft as a Rose Petal
My Want Brushes Your Soul
Ephemeral Foam Spirits
Caress and Re-shape Each Other
While Love Illuminates
And Multiplies
In the Refraction of the Waters of Your Heart.

For Julian ~ Eyes of Creation ~ ?/2001

I Remember Expectation
Your First Communication
Bubbles of Hope
Tickling the Inside of my Womb

Bubbles Transform into Branches
Tapping, Poking, Pushing Outward
Against the Seal of Flesh
and Muscle that
Holds the World Away

Skin becomes Rock
and Self Disolves in Timeless Eternity
of Pain/Sleep Pain/Sleep
Eons Passing in Another World

The You-Before is Torn Away
At the First Breath of a Miracle

And the Eyes of Creation
Look on you for the First Time.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Memories 12/18/90

I look back on summers
long gone
And I remember faces
of those known before
Friends who share a place
in my heart

Sometimes it is good
to look back
To let memories slide
through your mind
Like drops of rain
down a pane of glass

But we must also live
for the moment
Look at each second
as a precious pearl
For this moment really
is all we have

{I will be transferring my poems to my blog with date written where possible...enjoy}

Friday, February 8, 2008

Art for Sale

So...interestingly enough my artwork...the one thing I DIDN'T take classes in or ever see as a "career" selling. I illustrated (and was paid for) a childrens book a friend of mine wrote. It hasn't been published yet but it's on its way there. I think I did some good work here but it was definitely a challenge.

Then a friend of mine just commissioned me to do an art piece for her husband for Valentines Day. As a gift to him. I actually wound up writing a poem as well as designing, drawing and painting this.

I think it turned out pretty nice. :)

It's just bizarre to me to get paid for would be like getting paid to act. I LOVE acting, so much so that I would pay to do it. I love writing poems and gifting them. I love drawing and creating things. SHEESH I even love doing massage and I still have a hard time asking for money for that.

GAH! I need a manager. Someone who can sell and price and negotiate my work FOR me. Oh honey...wanna be my art pimp? ROFL.

WHY is it so hard to put a value on this kind of work. I can calculate how much my time is worth for doing payroll or office management or customer service (even massage...I can figure an hourly rate) But art? Maybe it's because it stems from the heart and soul of who I am. There is a piece of me embedded in there and it's very hard to put a price tag on your soul.


Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Twas the Night Before

... And the presents were nestled all under the tree
whilst children slept lightly waiting to see
So lift up a glass and we'll toast to Yule cheer
We don't have to be close for our hearts to be near.
Happy Holidays Everyone

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Words of Wisdom

Sometimes in the midst of life I come up with a rare gem. Some word of wisdom offered up to another in the moment that is something I would do well to remember for myself. Going to try find some of those gifts of insight in my back communications and centralize them here. This entry will be in flux for a while as I add things...feel free to skip/skim/or revisit.

You create who you are by your own self image; love yourself enough to create someone beautiful.
Those who live in toddler houses shouldn't have glass balls
Make others treat you with the respect you deserve.
You are drawn to teach what you need to learn...and are usually good at it.
Don't dimish the complement. Accept it, and know that it is true.
The best thing you can do for yourself is learn to accept complements without quantifying them
Don't let anyone put you down by not allowing you to validate yourself
Those who love you raise you to greater heights...that is the point of loving someone
If you see yourself as attractive then you become attractive no matter your body type...a lot of being attractive is attitude.
Crying is good in measured doses. It washes the windows of the soul so you can see clearly again.

Monday, November 5, 2007

All Hallow's Eve...Samhain...Hallowe'en

Aaaah Hallowe'en.
A time of mystery and magic...
A time of shadows and moonlight
When the veil between the worlds thins
and only our laughter anchors us to the now.

The New Year
Winter's Beginning
Where the Wheel of Life
The Circle; begins it's rotation
With the dying of the land.

A time of Faeries and Masks and Deception
Of treats and tricks
of laughter and screams
A time to glorify and revel in our fears
and perchance
heal them.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Remembering Mary

My friends Annaleah and Joshua used to do playback theatre with me. Their daughter Mary had had some issues at birth that caused her to have motor skills issues and speach issues. A sweeter soul you would never meet though.

I remember doing a playback rehearsal where I played Mary for one of Joshua's memories. He had spoken to us of how much he loved her and how close their bond was. He spoke also of the joy she brought to his life through the 'simple things'. The two of them used to go bowling all the time and that was HIS special time with her. I don't think I ever saw them apart...she was the light and joy of his life.

Two years ago Mary had a series of strokes and ended up in the hospital...she almost didn't recover. Eventually she did but you could see that her hold on this world was a bit more tenuous...she seemed almost transparent at times...ethereal.

Well, on September 23rd 2007 at the age of 23...Mary crossed over.

We had not been in close contact with Annaleah and Joshua for a while...although we saw them here and there and it was by chance (or design?) that Mark saw the obituary in the paper and called my attention to it. We saw it on Sat. and the memorial at there house was that coming Monday.

Suddenly I was 'taken by the muse' and had to begin writing. I finished the verse and some sketching on Saturday and painted the gift on Sunday afternoon. On Monday we attended the gathering at their house (found the house by chance too...since there was no address in the paper) and I presented them with this "Present of Mary"

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Many a flower blooms and fades ' too quickly we might say, yet

A flower's worth is measured out in joy, not length of stay

Regret not the fading nor the petals on the breeze.

Yesterday's Petals on the winds of memory

Are smiles beyond a flower's season.

- in memory of Mary A.

The Saga of the Bird

"The TIME has come" the walrus said "to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and ceiling wax: of Cabbages and Kings" - Lewis Carroll

And here the time has come to speak of the saga of the bird. So fix yourself a cup of tea and a plate of cookies and settle's story time.

Once upon a time in a land full of feathers and dreams there lived a family of 5. Well, 5 humans at least. A mother human, a father human, an eldest son, a middle daughter, and a toddler boy. This family also included 5 pets: The eldest cat, the boy cat, the boy cat's girl friend, the kitchen cat, and the dog. The family was complete and happy to be so. At least, they THOUGHT they were complete.

One day the family was preparing for a friend to visit and share a meal with them. The elder children were out playing and staying out of the way while the mother and father prepared dinner and the toddler played "get underfoot". It was 5:45 in the evening and the friend was due to arrive around 6/6:30pm...dinner was cooking and there were only a few preparations left to be made. Plenty of time to finish without being rushed.
Suddenly the voice of the girl child was heard through the open window as she and the boy made their way home: "mumble mumble BIRD...mumble KEEP IT mumble".

The mother immediately thought to herself "Oh PLEASE, by all that is sacred in the world - NOT A BABY CHICKEN".

{Now to understand the urgency of the mother's fervor'd plea it is necessary to be aquainted with a few salient facts:

Firstly - that chickens are wild on this Rock in the Sea, in fact the neighbors boy had recently adopted 2 wild baby chicks...and chickens (and roosters) are loud!

Secondly - the dog (due to an unfortunate 'pecking incidence' in his youth) had an unreasoning hatred of all things chicken...unless cooked}

Well, her supplication was answered. It was not a baby chicken.

Oh no...not a chicken.

It was one of these:

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A Japanese White eye...only a little bit bigger than a large egg.


So the mother and father made the bird a safe place within the cat carrier using a towel and gave the bird water and melon and crackers to tempt it. All through dinner the toddler HAD to go and see the bird. The young boy was enthralled and kept signing "bird bird bird" to anyone who would listen. Every 5 minutes he went to see the bird: "bird bird bird". Well the bird eventually settled in and looked like it was sleeping. So the mother told the young child "Shhhh, we must be quiet. The bird is trying to sleep" So the young boy then signed "Shhhhh, bird sleep". Over and over he would ask for someones hand so he could lead them to where the bird was and tell them "Shhhhhh, bird sleep".

And so the evening drew to a close. The friend left, the daughter and toddler fell into slumber and the eldest boy was reading in his room as the father and mother worked on ending their day. But all was not ok in this house of feathers and dreams...the father came to the mother with unsettling news "I think the bird died" he said to she came to look and sure enough the small bundle of feathers had breathed it's last and moved on.

What to do?

In the morning the mother spoke to the daughter and told her of the passing of the feathered spirit. "My daughter" she said "do not grieve to deeply; this beautiful bird knew that it's time to move on had come...and it came to you. It trusted you to give it a safe and comfortable place for it's body to rest while it's spirit moved on. That is a very sacred and special trust to receive from a wild animal. Be honored that you were chosen and do not be ashamed of your tears, for they are natural and right. We will allow you to choose a special plant and we will bury the bird..." "Her name is Cutie" said the daughter. "We will bury Cutie and put a plant over her so you can always see her in the growth of your plant" said the mother. "We will do it this afternoon when you come home from school."

So the children left for school and the mother and father sat and thought. They thought of how cute the young toddler had looked when he signed bird...they thought of how much the young girl had liked the bird...they thought of the inevitable "Can we get a bird" that was bound to issue from the childrens mouths...and they decided to go look and see if getting a bird would be a feasable thing to do.

Now I am sure, dear reader, that you KNOW what happened next...

They came home with THIS:
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and the children were pleased.

Then they buried Cutie under a beautiful crotan right in the front of the house.

They are now a family of 5 humans and 6 pets and they are working on making the budgie feel welcome. The mother is hand training it. The children talk to it. The toddler coo's and babbles at it right before trying to hug the entire cage.

And the father, you ask? He is trying to convince the dog that the bird will not replace him and convince the cats that the bird is NOT a 'box-lunch'.

And so the saga of the bird comes to a close. In the land of dreams a new feather has come to roost and sing.

and all of this is true...