Each day the same.
Yet unexpected.
I walk alone,
birthing friendship with Self, grass, birds, trees, smiles, nods…
Alone, the world holds me.
Written in response to the Medium’s Chalkboard prompt: Birthday By Dermott Hayes, April 9, 2020
Birth day(s)
April 12, 2020 by
Naked
November 13, 2019 by
We are heart
pounding beats of life
feeling the ocean in waves
letting go
I am more
available to what is
emerging through me
with my “YES”
to life & love
I am dance
the music plays
It moves through me
CRAZY
September 20, 2019 by
“…it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much”…
Does that make me crazy?”*
On overwhelm seems the norm.
Out of control racism, sexism,
“other”isms, climate change…
I ache to know an answer.
My body gets heavy with the
not knowing. I want to pull back.
I ground myself in the dirt,
see what’s growing, listen
to the heartbeat of the earth.
I looked in a waiter’s eyes yesterday.
He seemed startled, he noticed.
Really seeing a person, a start.
*Gnarls Barkley – Crazy
I should know. I’ve taught courses on racism, sexism…how could I still get surprised? “I’m a good person, at least I strive to be.” Yet, like a fish in water that doesn’t see water, I’m in a culture where white is shown as intelligent, good, the norm; shown as the face of Jesus.
Others make the news in the crime section of the paper, serve us in restaurants, work in our yards.
Do we have the courage to look, to see clearly? to get over ourselves? Can we stop putting individuals into buckets of stereotypes? Can we work our own shadow and stop projecting our fear, our anger, our neediness onto others?
All “isms” have a history but we need to stop doing what we are doing today. See inequality as affecting the lives of people, not making them inferior, not making us better.
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better. “. Maya Angelou
REVOLUTION
September 17, 2019 by
Questions drive me
What am I?
What am I not?
What do I know is true?
Moving away from
those who proclaim to know
I’m listening to a different voice.
One deep inside
that whispers next steps
demands my unconditional yes
reveals my deepest heartfelt desires
One demanding
I strip bare, stepping away
from my conditioned self to
seek the truth of where
my ideas have come from.
Examining the unexamined,
trusting myself, risk going it alone.
Our world is too much run by fear
too much by the conditioning of others,
the norms they’ve set, serving their own needs.
It’s time to set ourselves free!
Desire
August 12, 2019 by
Desire
I want simplicity
Life gives me chaos
Things dying
being born
I know nothing
It seems Life is determined to get me out of my head and into my heart. It’s not comfortable. And, at the same time it feels just right. To let this moment lead me to the next thing. Not reacting to, but a deep listening within. What wants to come through me in this moment, be embodied, acted on. … bypassing my head into Being.
Life as I knew it is gone. I feel as if I’m in kindergarten. Who would have thought LOL!
Texting
July 14, 2019 by
Good for data transfer
“I’m here at the back table”
“Running 10 min. late”
“What was the address again”
Or for “I’m thinking of you”
“Good Morning”
“You’re in my prayers”
But not for conversation.
There’s no intimacy,
you can multitask.
If you want to talk
I want your full attention
Your heart not just thoughts
I’m greedy about what
I want from my friends, and
I’m rich because they give it.
Love
June 27, 2019 by
What is love?
A feeling of the heart
not between your legs
not “happy head” between your ears
Love just is
a spacious embrace
of the other
You can love everyone
but not want to live with them
not want to hang out with them
not really be able to understand them
Love does not require
understanding, does not
have to make sense
Love baffles the ego
it defies the rules we’ve learned
it goes beyond “tit for tat” and all
sense of who deserves it, who’s enough
Maybe….
Love just is, a Divine gift
embracing us, connecting us
to the Mystery of Life
THE MOTHER IN FATHER’S DAY
June 16, 2019 by
We’re part of a long line, yes generations
of women, who couldn’t mother.
Who weren’t mothered themselves.
Whose wounds stopped them from
offering the sustenance, support,
and cuddling so needed.
But the earth is rumbling
a deep remembering
disturbing our souls.
The feminine, the goddess, the
Divine Mother is beginning to
call, signaling “It’s Time.”
To see perfection in each soul
thirsting for acceptance,
safety, affirmation, kindness…
Bringing us back into our bodies
that are numb, afraid, angry.
Letting Divine Love flow and heal.
Reaching out to the long line of men,
generations who couldn’t father,
who weren’t fathered
who repressed what they felt,
who strove to be strong and in control,
yet angry and fearful under it all.
Without the mother,
the father grows brittle
On Father’s Day
the Divine Mother
offers herself.
Drink of me,
Let me hold you
in my embrace
Male and female
Understand you are
two sides of the same coin
blending into wholeness.
Let the Divine Feminine
guide you….TRUST.
Broken
May 28, 2019 by
I’m mad that you are not getting it.
Can’t you see the pattern?
Over and over again?
Getting the same results?
Running won’t get you anywhere.
You need to dig deep and find the
courage to face his lies about you.
To trust you aren’t what he tells you,
not even what you tell yourself.
Dad’s winning
I am so angry, so helpless.
Three glasses of wine aren’t helping.
What do I do?
Where’s my center?
It’s my pattern over
and over again.
Hilarious!
We are joined at the hip.
What Do You See?
May 10, 2019 by
If you don’t look too closely
it’s perfect, the riot of colors
the hopeful Spring in bloom
The Butterweed looks intentional
the migrated Goldenrod fills in holes
the wild grasses soften the sharp edges
Only up close when you pick out
the unwanted clover and ground elder
thin the uncontrolled growth of lamb’s ears
Only when you look closely and decide
“not that, not here” does dissatisfaction
start to drain the magnificence of what you see.
This Spring brought to mind the John Cage quote, “What makes you think I’m not something you like?” I wonder, at what point are we blinded to the beauty around us because we’re too busy getting rid of what we don’t like. Are we too conditioned as to what is acceptable, beautiful, worth having?
I think it’s a really good question if you can dig deep enough to get past all that you’ve learned, past what you think is socially acceptable for no good reason other than conformity. I’m beginning to ask: “What do I love?” vs. judging what I don’t like. It’s got forward movement and opens my heart. We’ll see…
“What makes you think I’m not something you like?”