A Life Untamed

We come to these bodies at birth
Shell-shocked and in search
Of the meaning, the purpose, the worth
For why we came to this earth

We wonder what’s the mission
What’s behind the division
We wonder if there’s a master vision
Some grand director making the decision

We try to navigate the feelings
To understand what is revealing
Forever searching for a healing
While yet another wound is peeling

Sometimes we try to play dumb
And act like we’re completely numb
Sometimes we’re on the run
Hiding from any real solution

We try to listen to intuition
And not dismiss the information
Sometimes the heart is the ignition
While the head follows false sensation

There’s things that happen in the dead of night
That contradict what we know is right
There are worlds that wander out of sight
Waiting for us to drop the fight

There’s things that happen on another plane
That we’re not aware of and we can’t name
Life itself goes on just the same
Not a thing to control, and futile to tame.

Everything is in question

Everything is in question when stillness is all-encompassing for a long period of time. Being a musician in the time of corona, with very few, if any, gigs to play, many layers that were buried, find themselves revealed.

Doubt and grief mix with gratitude and wonder on a moment to moment basis. And even when it’s not covid-time, I fall and rise in and out of these mental valleys where I question everything. I write myself through these blocks and try my best to remember what is real, and to remain hopeful.

Stay steady, stay safe, and keep on keepin’ on. xoxo

Witch reminds me

“Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled
among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good.  His life
may also have much sadness and difficulty that remains far beyond yours.
Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.”  Rainer Maria Rilke

A Witch’s work is never done
A Woman’s word is never one
A Witch’s sword is just her tongue
She strikes the chord until we are One

A Woman’s love is like the Sun
Sometimes unseen, but always on
A Woman’s heart will never shun
Even when she’s on the run

Life is a rare and lovely gift
We’re all meant to uplift
Share the light and not the rift
Drop the fight and heal what’s ripped

The end of an error
The start on an era
But every error leads to uplifting
Every mistake, underneath is a gifting

She sips her tea of flowers
And reads the leaves, empowered
A floral, tribal revival
A light and fragrant spiral
Inspiring even her rivals

Be light and sweet
With a little bit of heat
Sip, and then repeat
And never miss a beat

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.”

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

Synchronicity, Gratitude and the path we follow

Ok, so 5 months have passed since my last post.  TIME! flew by.  But it’s been an amazing journey.  We’ve logged approximately 10,000 miles in these last five months:  Louisiana, Texas, Mississippi, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arkansas, Alabama, Tennessee, Georgia, North … Continue reading