A personal journey.
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Assumptions
I assume help will be given. I assume we give because that is the law of Nature. I assume I will pass on all that has been given me. I assume love is the quantum field from which all arises.
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April 2 (2003)
Yes, I’m breaking out my handmade shoes, and they are patched together from many things. ∞ ∞ ∞ Nothing to it but to do it. So many thoughts pouring through my consciousness, the way the streams are flowing across the land. Watched Waking Life, a film by Richard Linklater, last night and again today. It…
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A Poetry Reading in Honor of the Right to Protest As a Patriotic and Historical Tradition
Manchester, VT February 17, 2003 The people here are weathered and beautiful. There is a man in a maroon wool cap, big bushy eyebrows, gray beard, well-worn corduroy slacks. He carries a book of Emily Dickinson’s poems. People’s faces are open and excited. A feeling of community pervades the atmosphere; we are smiling at one…
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6 of Cups
Teacher & student are one. Teacher has been where student has been, and is seeing herself/himself standing there, both knowing and not knowing what will happen next.
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La Llorona
Deep in the black velvet ooze At the bottom of the saltwater cavern, I found her weeping for her children. Her weeping makes her monstrous. Mothers warn their young ones away And secretly worry about where choices have led them– About the salt in their blood. I see her Raw fingers raking the sludge, so…
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8.21.02
[Context: I had run away from home (for a week. yes I did set a time limit. mother of two after all–maybe not the best, but the only one.) because pretty much everything I had built my world on–my belief in what was the right way, who were the right people…the right according to everything…
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Ugly Duckling
Now I float upon the cool water, My webbed feet gently keeping me true As I breathe and come to. Here I am upon the calm water~ The ungraceful dance, Frantic footwork to be what I am not, Is over. In the distance swans take flight: Recognition leaps in my heart And my wings give…
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Sharp Bridge Campsite, August 2002
It dawns on me that I have a tendency to expect too much from people. More specifically, I expect them to be “better” than I am–more enlightened, more understanding, more generous. I don’t expect this from everybody, but I do tend to expect this from those I admire, and often from those whom I love.…
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Thought
I hope that the raggedness can be overlooked as one would overlook dirt on a child or wrinkles on a beloved grandmother. It is life I want to see here, to communicate. It is messy and beautiful.
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Turn
Bands of sunlight alternate with blue shadow Across Italian ice snow. I pass through enchantment laid in pools, Breathing Purim air: The air of promise, Promising, promising…. Warm early summer alternates with cold, And my steps dance with the flux, Slipping and regaining in my worn, wet boots.
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A Little Bit o’ Mystical Humor
“I am that I am.” ~ Yahweh “I yam what I yam.” ~Popeye