Happy Equinox

Shaking off the ghosts of the past

Spring is finally returning at last

The sun softens the frozen ground

The birds call their familiar sounds

Reminders are everywhere

That everything has a cycle and season

A lesson and a reason

Things that felt like they took so long

That maybe it was all wrong

Finally emerged as a beautiful song

With the message that you are right where you belong

Monday moments of zen: episode 3

I’ve started making little music videos using clips I’ve gathered out in the world and setting them to music that my husband, Matthew, makes. (His practice time at home usually consists of long and lovely loops in hypnotic/meditative rhythms). I’ve posted them on IG/FB the last 3 weeks now, so I thought I’d put them here as well for folks not on those platforms. (Original post below…) P.s. episode 1 & 2 will show up here soon as well. 🙏☮️🍁🥰

We went to @radnorlake two days in a row on our short trip to Nashville last week. The colors and the crisp air are exactly the kind of #forestbathingtherapy we were looking for.
It’s a must-see place in my book.
Here, I’ve captured several moments from our hike and have set them to the soothing sounds of @eldeorazio . I had a 2min video of him that I captured back in Sept, and loved it, so I made the video longer (vs the 1min sessions I’ve shared so far.)
I’m really enjoying making these little instrumental videos for y’all. Enjoy!
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Lake Radnor, Nashville, with El DeOrazio

Kali-Fire-In-Ya

I wrote this a year ago when Cali was on fire…the wheel turns again and the cycles continue.
Found it in my journal reviews and felt like sharing.  Also, it’s been awhile since I posted here…winter vibes may bring me back to journal typing and sharing.
Caution…opinions and words expressed here are my own and not yours to judge…if you don’t agree, then let me be.  We’re all on our own path, just trying to make sense of the math, and maybe now and then, laugh.

Kali-Fire-In-Ya

Just a little brush fire and a whole lot of drought
Took off like a live wire, no time to shout
Nowhere to go, nothing to save
Except the love you know and the love you gave

Now I’m left searching for my dreams
Nothing left of my routine
Lost in the shadow of these flames
Nothing will ever be the same

Callous heart, careless tongue
You’ve played your part from the bottom rung
Then your remarks, so selfishly smug
Like a shark, your ego is your drug

It’s hard to see such a tragedy
Their humanity in such dire need

All the while, you smile
Full of denial and poisonous vile
We all wonder, will there ever be a trial?
Will this madness ever be final?

love is in the earth

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.”

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

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