a complete writers block,
there is this...
Quotes that inspire me.
"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself."--Tolstoy
"Be kind to unkind people...they need it the most." --Mark Twain
"Discovery consists in seeing what everybody else has seen and thinking what nobody has thought." -- Albert Szent-Gyorgyi
"You don't have to be anti-man to be pro-woman". ~Jane Galvin Lewis
"Men are taught to apologize for their weaknesses, women for their strengths." ~Lois Wyse
"Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself."--Tolstoy
and one last one to laugh at,
"To be is to do"--Socrates. "To do is to be"--Sartre. "Do be do be do"--Sinatra.
so there we have it.
Points to ponder. A lifestyle to live. A world to create.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Once In Awhile
Once in a while
there are those times when
there are no words
nothing
to relay the absolute height of joy
nothing
to plumb the depths of sorrows
nothing to account for when you come home at night
knowing that all your struggles
dont matter
at least
that is what you think in the moment
sleep long
drink deeply of stillness and rest
wake up
a new day
one that will stun you with possibilities
where nothing is as bad as you thought
and along with the shining of the dawn
is a rising of knowledge within
you are capable
there are those times when
there are no words
nothing
to relay the absolute height of joy
nothing
to plumb the depths of sorrows
nothing to account for when you come home at night
knowing that all your struggles
dont matter
at least
that is what you think in the moment
sleep long
drink deeply of stillness and rest
wake up
a new day
one that will stun you with possibilities
where nothing is as bad as you thought
and along with the shining of the dawn
is a rising of knowledge within
you are capable
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Warning!
Postcard from the edge of the universe
SO...
I had one of those days...have you had one?
One of those days where you wake up and your dreams were as rich as syrup and the colors and the feelings stay with you even while you rise from a deeply emerged state of sleep.
Its hard to shake those morning moments when the fairy dust residue of your nocturnal wanderings hangs over your head like Napalm making you gloomy and disoriented while you struggle to adjust your eyes to the morning brightness and banish your dreams to wherever dreams are stored.
It is further juxtaposed from reality if you have a to do list of chores written the day before that didn't allow or take in to account that you were going to wake up in a weird mind with the wrong lens on your mental camera photograph of the day.
You drink some stiff coffee and reconcile yourself to the fact that the dream world is far removed from the "real world" (thank goodness) and begin to tackle your list..the list that existed before you slept and dreamed....
The drinking of coffee and referring to the list worked for me on this particularly odd day where I found it hard to shake the dream state.
The reality is I have company coming and I needed to get the guest house ready. We recently refurbished an empty rental unit that we own and are using over the summer and fall for guests that visit. It is cleaned and ready except that the shower needs a shower curtain. I had that incorporated into a long to do list as these guests are "business guests" and even though I hadn't met them - I wanted them to be comfortable and to feel welcomed.
This explains my morning trek, sans breakfast to the local dollar store to find a shower curtain.
The dollar store is a wonderful place.
OH MY GOODNESS !
The things you can buy for a dollar!
I don't go there enough to get jaded apparently, so I was entranced with everything and finally filled a basket. When I walked up to pay, I saw out of the corner of me eye, a woman...
this was an Amazon women.
She was at least 6 feet tall and every bit as stunning as Cindy Crawford at her career height.
As we waited in line we listened to the cashier patiently ask each customer head of us it they would like to donate there change to a charity. Gosh I thought..how old would that get each and everyone all day long.. asking each person that.
so when I got to my turn in line I said
"I bet you get tired of saying that."
She smiled and said "yes."
Meanwhile, Cindy Crawford only better, behind me, proceeded to go off on a total rant about charities being rip offs. Because she was so tall and physically elegant and because I am so short and un elegant I was privy to her upper mouth and she was missing a tooth!
The one that is supposed to reside next to the 2 front teeth.
Wow.
She was so beautiful and so angry and yet all I could focus on was that gap.
She ranted on and on, this most beautiful Cindy Crawford look alike person.
I felt the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. I felt like I got the cashier into something by my words.
I was never so happy as when I was rung up and could grab my bags and flee the crazy "Crawford" woman!
What gives?
I thought as I drove home...
what is it about passion losing itself, if it comes in a mouth with a missing tooth?
I hung the shower curtain for the guests and then I wrote this story
I don't pretend to know what it all means.
SO...
I had one of those days...have you had one?
One of those days where you wake up and your dreams were as rich as syrup and the colors and the feelings stay with you even while you rise from a deeply emerged state of sleep.
Its hard to shake those morning moments when the fairy dust residue of your nocturnal wanderings hangs over your head like Napalm making you gloomy and disoriented while you struggle to adjust your eyes to the morning brightness and banish your dreams to wherever dreams are stored.
It is further juxtaposed from reality if you have a to do list of chores written the day before that didn't allow or take in to account that you were going to wake up in a weird mind with the wrong lens on your mental camera photograph of the day.
You drink some stiff coffee and reconcile yourself to the fact that the dream world is far removed from the "real world" (thank goodness) and begin to tackle your list..the list that existed before you slept and dreamed....
The drinking of coffee and referring to the list worked for me on this particularly odd day where I found it hard to shake the dream state.
The reality is I have company coming and I needed to get the guest house ready. We recently refurbished an empty rental unit that we own and are using over the summer and fall for guests that visit. It is cleaned and ready except that the shower needs a shower curtain. I had that incorporated into a long to do list as these guests are "business guests" and even though I hadn't met them - I wanted them to be comfortable and to feel welcomed.
This explains my morning trek, sans breakfast to the local dollar store to find a shower curtain.
The dollar store is a wonderful place.
OH MY GOODNESS !
The things you can buy for a dollar!
I don't go there enough to get jaded apparently, so I was entranced with everything and finally filled a basket. When I walked up to pay, I saw out of the corner of me eye, a woman...
this was an Amazon women.
She was at least 6 feet tall and every bit as stunning as Cindy Crawford at her career height.
As we waited in line we listened to the cashier patiently ask each customer head of us it they would like to donate there change to a charity. Gosh I thought..how old would that get each and everyone all day long.. asking each person that.
so when I got to my turn in line I said
"I bet you get tired of saying that."
She smiled and said "yes."
Meanwhile, Cindy Crawford only better, behind me, proceeded to go off on a total rant about charities being rip offs. Because she was so tall and physically elegant and because I am so short and un elegant I was privy to her upper mouth and she was missing a tooth!
The one that is supposed to reside next to the 2 front teeth.
Wow.
She was so beautiful and so angry and yet all I could focus on was that gap.
She ranted on and on, this most beautiful Cindy Crawford look alike person.
I felt the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck. I felt like I got the cashier into something by my words.
I was never so happy as when I was rung up and could grab my bags and flee the crazy "Crawford" woman!
What gives?
I thought as I drove home...
what is it about passion losing itself, if it comes in a mouth with a missing tooth?
I hung the shower curtain for the guests and then I wrote this story
I don't pretend to know what it all means.
The old woman sits with hands crossed
she remembers back to a time when those same hands
younger
smaller
watched while others held the rough edge of a blanket
elders showing her the art of smoke signals
no longer used
now reduced to the stuff of old stories
fire, water, smoke,
blanket = communication
between far away people
a sort of primitive prairie binary code
if you will
one puff yes
two puffs no
now all of it taken care of by satellites
we gaze at them each night
their existence burns in the heavens
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Seashore
Water air and sun
with salty swoosh it beckons
Come and stand where wonder begins
To play
with sand pails and shovels
children leave their creations
gift offerings
for the tide to consume each day
the lost come here to find themselves
and the found to be reminded
of their infinitesimal smallness against the work of an eternal hand
civilization crowds with concrete and glass against its shore
the crush of man at lifes edge
the siren song calls them all
come here to die
come here to live!
Come!
you who seek....
and I will give.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
The Idea of Staying
When your boss has lost his mind
when your husband seems to have joined him
when the smell of your kids hair at night as you tuck them in
isn't enough anymore
and yet
you stay
Women stay when men cannot
Some biological wiring?
Perhaps
Whatever it is
we women are good at it
we have perfected it
The idea expressed as art
The art of staying
As Moses stilled the Red Sea by lifting his arms
We women still the sea of restlessness the world provides
we come home each day
we absorb the cacophony of a thousand voices
our husbands and children have heard in that day
and somewhere
between baths and bedtime
we make an inward decision
to reflect a calm we do not feel
and after "Goodnight Moon" has been read
the locked door has been checked twice
and the last load of laundry is humming in the dryer
we sink into bed
searching with questioning toes for the seam at the bottom of our sheets
and as we turn over and surrender to sleep
one more day has passed its test
as have we
we stayed.
when your husband seems to have joined him
when the smell of your kids hair at night as you tuck them in
isn't enough anymore
and yet
you stay
Women stay when men cannot
Some biological wiring?
Perhaps
Whatever it is
we women are good at it
we have perfected it
The idea expressed as art
The art of staying
As Moses stilled the Red Sea by lifting his arms
We women still the sea of restlessness the world provides
we come home each day
we absorb the cacophony of a thousand voices
our husbands and children have heard in that day
and somewhere
between baths and bedtime
we make an inward decision
to reflect a calm we do not feel
and after "Goodnight Moon" has been read
the locked door has been checked twice
and the last load of laundry is humming in the dryer
we sink into bed
searching with questioning toes for the seam at the bottom of our sheets
and as we turn over and surrender to sleep
one more day has passed its test
as have we
we stayed.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Now That I Know You Exist
Your presence in my life began much the way dreams do
a slow foggy half awake beckoning of the soul
it made the world seem calmer and more thrilling
all at the same time
that new found knowledge was like pulling a blanket up over my shoulders
on a cold winter night
The line of demarcation that had formerely defined me
no longer fell on such mundane lines
as day of birth
starting school
moving to a new house
or any of the other former measures
that had come before
the lines commmonly used to decide
when ones life takes a significant turn
now falls with great impact
on when I first knew about you
versus when I did not
that miraculous moment when I began to look at the world
through anothers set of eyes
peering out of me inwardly
your eyes
your thoughts
your viewpoint
as though it were mine
pudding proof that I had assimilated your world view in with my own
where it now rests on the puffed comfortable couch of my heart
beside my own unique thoughts and feelings
a space where I can have a running inner dialogue at any moment
an effortless free flowing stream of consciousness conversation
about anything at all
knowing all my thoughts are safe in your hands
the world may notice a new, crackling energy in me
or perhaps
a secret far away smile
as I wait patiently in a long line
seeming as though I have been transported far away.
It is true
I have
to that secret place inside of me where your spirit and mine
now reside
together
knowing you
has
changed my world.
I know love
because it defines you
and I
know
you.
a slow foggy half awake beckoning of the soul
it made the world seem calmer and more thrilling
all at the same time
that new found knowledge was like pulling a blanket up over my shoulders
on a cold winter night
The line of demarcation that had formerely defined me
no longer fell on such mundane lines
as day of birth
starting school
moving to a new house
or any of the other former measures
that had come before
the lines commmonly used to decide
when ones life takes a significant turn
now falls with great impact
on when I first knew about you
versus when I did not
that miraculous moment when I began to look at the world
through anothers set of eyes
peering out of me inwardly
your eyes
your thoughts
your viewpoint
as though it were mine
pudding proof that I had assimilated your world view in with my own
where it now rests on the puffed comfortable couch of my heart
beside my own unique thoughts and feelings
a space where I can have a running inner dialogue at any moment
an effortless free flowing stream of consciousness conversation
about anything at all
knowing all my thoughts are safe in your hands
the world may notice a new, crackling energy in me
or perhaps
a secret far away smile
as I wait patiently in a long line
seeming as though I have been transported far away.
It is true
I have
to that secret place inside of me where your spirit and mine
now reside
together
knowing you
has
changed my world.
I know love
because it defines you
and I
know
you.
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