With Love and Gratitude

A few photos from the week…

And a poem from the week…this is one of those poems that just flooded out from the pen all at once.  Grateful when that happens.  Grateful to share.  Grateful for you!

11/21/16 –
We need to be humble
We need to be kind
Not causing trouble
Or wasting so much time
On useless fears
Let’s hold each other dear
And pray for the morning sun to rise

It has been full on
It has been intense
People play foolish
Not making too much sense
There’s been so much fighting
On both sides of the fence
If we could just let go
Love needs no defense

There’s been so much counting
So much keeping score
The louder the shouting
The more we ignore
There’s been so much doubting
Of what we’re living for
If we could just get grounded
And stop making so much war.

Breathe

 

Although I wrote this poem in August, it feels appropriate for this week, this season…hang tough, let go, breathe and be kind, to yourself and to others.  Let us walk with grace and courage into this new chapter, and in community as humans, not enemies.

8/15/16 –

How things creep in over time and form a line
Pieces once pure now looking for a cure
Notice the way the dark endures
How resistance holds up against persistence
How constant exposure can lead to a rupture
How the search for contentment can lead to resentment
What takes up residence and pretends as permanent

Looking for closure in this part of the overture
Is there a point in building up to the breaking point?
Is there a part that’s essential in falling apart?

How deep are the wounds?
How dark are the tombs?
How dense are the rooms?

I’ve always been right here
Waiting for the sign to clear
Hoping a word I hear
Will remove every fear

In looking to be complete
I mistakenly compete
And then stumble on my own feet
Overheated in the street

I used to be exclusive and unique
And was always on a winning streak
Maybe I hit the peak
Maybe I let myself go weak
Or maybe it’s just a day in a week

Constantly eliminating can be so delineating
In the land of extremes I rarely know what I mean

Back when I was new and didn’t know what I knew
I want to get back to that place
Where I take care of my face
And mindful of my space
And live with more grace

Where there’s nothing I need
And I’m not always bleeding
Where I’m complete in my breathing

 

And to close…I share with you a few quotes from Anais Nin, from her journal circa 1940…

quotes – Anais Nin diary 1939-1944

“To say that the artist is not serving humanity is monstrous.  He has been the eyes, ears, voice of humanity; the transcendentalist who x-rayed our true states of being.”

“Man is forbidden to concern himself with anything but the struggle for bread.  If his capacity for dreaming, imagining, inventing, and experimenting is killed in the process, man will become a well-fed robot and die of spiritual malnutrition.  The dream has its function and man cannot live without it.”

“When I see the enormity of the machines in factories, I am not impressed.  It is material.  The human adventure, human receptivity, has to find a way to make one feel power, force, but not by mathematics.  I am not angry, but I seek desperately for the sensitive and human America.  But I feel anger and violence in the air.”

Sunday driving to Santa Fe

6/26/16

Sunday morning, headed west
The last five days put us to the test
New Mexico bound, it’s time to rest

A little rain on the rural highway
A little music that we like to play
and very few words to say

Dirt roads and desert flowers
And mountain air we devour
Where we can lose track of the hours

After four weddings and a funeral
Over the last five weeks
We arrive in New Mexico
A well deserved retreat

A few gigs and a festival, and some musical revival
Some time in the mountains to refill our fountain

Watching the hawks floating on the wind
Watching the freeway disappear around the bend

Grow Anyway

I’m trying to be more in-the-moment with sharing new words versus reading a poem 6 months later and then hem-haw-ing about it in my wish-wash-way…but then there’s always the opinions, and maybe questions I’d rather not answer.  I tend to … Continue reading

An Afternoon Captured in New Orleans

Mr. D. and I get out for afternoon walks fairly often, sometimes Audubon Park, sometimes just wandering through neighborhoods.  It’s a good time for us to discuss the week and ideas and generally what’s on our mind.  It’s treasured time together.

Most of time, I’m seeing the world through my photographer’s eye; but not always capturing, more observing.

Yesterday, the mid-afternoon light was just perfect, and the wind was calm, so I was in a mode to click away and capture what I see.  I’m especially delighted to see the Japanese Magnolias blooming again; always a welcome splash of color in winter.

Enjoy!

 

08/18/2004 – transformation, strength, seasons

There is a world on the edge of rolling
Over to the next season of living
To the next dimension we’re giving

A shift in the air is on the rise
No surprise

Though I still shiver when it shines
Drawing me out of time
Into a design I hadn’t seen, so sublime

Are you ready?
I am willing,
Strong and steady

How the Garden Grows

We’ve had *a lot* of rain here the last couple months, and things are very green and/or soggy.  Here are some of my favorite images of springtime in New Orleans and the places I go to recharge my soul batteries.

PS – the recording I posted about last month…it’s finished!!
It’s called ‘Home: Vol. 1’ and live to preview on the Sweet Jones website….if you’re curious 🙂  This being finished, I can now get back to regular blog/writing and pondering again!

PSS – Happy Summer Solstice!

Poem Combing

I was browsing through some poems, looking for perspective and insight.  Sometimes I feel like my writings can be words for my future self to check back in and be uplifted.   Here’s a few from back then that moved me today.  🙂

3/31/09
I feel the night breeze
Blow through the window across my knees
Calmness finally washes over me
Despite the dirge of thoughts and things
Static and unnecessary

Life is a fraction of time by design
But a priceless attraction to breathe the divine

Can you tell when you drink from the well
The difference in the water
And the clarity it taught her?

The pot holes and pit falls won’t stop you at all

The falling is the calling
The reeling in and peeling again
Layers no longer needed
To cover truths repeated

The heart now heeded
And passion perceived it
Presence received it
So beauty believed it

Life can leave it
To bet love conceived it

3/31/11
I found hope turning on a dime
I saw love side swipe a crime
I heard faith inside the rays of sunshine

Put on the face and pray for your graces
Hope that the day will bring you to that place

Don’t judge nor complain
Just be grateful for the rain

Daylight dissolves
Ritual resolves
Absences absolved

8/24/11
Waves of emotion
Flood my heart like an ocean
With the depth of devotion
The breath of life’s notion
Extra sensory motion
Stirs up the potion

To transform
To be adorned
To adore and never be scorned
Nor to keep a score

Dismantle the battle field
Shake a rattle and feel
The rhythm and the rhyme
Beyond Reason’s cold shield

The night then is stilling
The breath is fulfilling
The earth is tilling
A fruitful spilling

A new language for the ages
Poured over by sages
Released into pages

For delivery by reverie
Quivering hearts
Remembering.

8/20/12
Little tiny tears
Along the path and thorns ensnare
We’re barely aware of the bloodshed we’ve shared
It’s not like we don’t care
Just can’t count every flare that’s singed up another hair

Find some place that’s fair and equal in what they share
Can’t promise it will be there at the moment when you dare
To step into the cool night air to trek your way beyond despair

Can only hope that the bears don’t emerge from their lairs
And that the dawn doesn’t scare
And that you can live for just one prayer:
That love is deep and always near.

Creative pauses and surges

The holding on
The letting go
The keeping up amidst the flow
Try as we might
To do something good, something right
Staying up til the middle of night
Then fighting fatigue in the daylight
The creative urge surges
Until we link and merge with what nurtures

I realize some epic moons have come and gone since my last post.
Phases and stages.
A variety of factors have had me procrastinating this particular outlet…time/technology/over-thinking…I’m sure you understand.
But my favorite reason for not posting recent poems & pics is:
Sweet Jones has a new album we’ve been recording and a summer tour I’ve been building/booking!
This has taken all spare time the last few months. EXCITED!!
The album is titles Home: Vol. 1 and will be released June 23rd, 2015. The southwest tour through TX/NM and surrounding regions goes 6/25-7/19.
I’ve set us up with Instagram (finally joining another branch of social media!)
And will be posting pics from the road.
Follow/join email list if it interests you 🙂

In the meantime, a few recent pics…
And by the way, first time posting from iPhone WordPress app. Forgive me if it looks strange. 😉

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Springtime flowers

 

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night shadows, uptown New Orleans

 

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the soft light of morning

 

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Sunday chillin’

 

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tiny delicacy

 

Seasons and Greetings

‘Tis the season to be greeting, to be merry and bright, in spite of the winter sun in hiding, or health matters fighting.
In gratitude, I share a couple of poems and a few pics to bolster hope and wellness.  Dream a brand new dream for 2015 and listen for what you truly need.

1/12/10

Cannot assume that winter’s bloom
Or lack thereof
Is a sign of doom or shows no love

Sleeping, dreaming flowers
Hold just as much power
As spring and summer blossoms
Full of fragrance to devour

Devote your hearts, become devout
She wrote your part, have no doubt
Divine design is ultimately profound
She hears you shine with brighter sounds

 

09/10/12

You can focus on the positive
Or dwell on the negative
Your life can be lucrative
Or be lost under a sedative

Consumed by doom and gloom
Or a light house filling the room
How do you choose to live?
What all can you give?

Time to get serious
To see where we’re steering this