Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Come Fly the (Not So) Friendly Skies....
Saturday, December 8, 2012
~A Real Wheelbarrow~
Saturday, December 1, 2012
It's Gettin' Real...
"She keeps 'waiting in her heart for something to happen,' something of excitement to fulfill her longing, her unbearable heaviness of being."
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Chosen~
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
~The Butterflies and the Bees~
Saturday, October 27, 2012
~Piece by Piece~
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
~Nana Bean~
miss calling you up for conversation
Saturday, September 8, 2012
~Fabric of A Family~
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
~Shining Ruby~
Repetitive...rising...building...manic madness---an audiovisual mirror--it unraveled...revealing the underbelly of consciousness. And, as "You're a Genius!" "You're a Genius!" "You're a Genius!" arced and swelled---shrieking across the screen--its shrill siren scream silenced my soul...stilling every breath and thought as I waited.
about identity...
about love...
about what that loaded, four-letter word truly means.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Pregnant.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Affirmations Afforded...May I Be a Good Wife~
I want to frame you
and hang you on a wall--a sense of permanence.
I'm staying in this place.
I'm unpacking my bags.
I want to adorn you
with affirmations and kisses,
with time and all my attention.
To dress you
every morning in red and purple joy,
emblems of love and badges of adoration.
To send you on your way
to work, lunch packed, with contentment and
fulfillment.
A feast of happy thoughts in the middle of your day.
I want to tuck you in
wrapped in blankets of warmth and reassurance.
Rest your head on the peace of finding what you've
always sought.
I want to fold you
like my favorite skirt, carefully, slowly, delicately,
so the wrinkles and creases of pain are all pressed out.
I want to put you on
like my makeup, wear you all day, shimmering,
shining--
bright colors that make you happy, feel beautiful, and self-confident.
Unwrap you,
like a surprise on no day in particular, out of the blue,
rip you apart to view what I'm seeing
for the first time, but always wanted.
I want to hold you,
like a kitten, rescued from the side of a busy road,
ignored when he was crying out, but held, finally, by
a host of loving arms--my soul.
I want to brew you
like my coffee, warm, strong, how I start my day
jolting my senses, waking me up,
hot in my mouth, lasting in my breath.
I wan to read you,
like a memoir, my favorite genre.
I can't put you down.
I highlight you, dog ear you, scuff-up the cover with love,
taking you everywhere I go.
I want to sing you.
My favorite song, always in my mind and on my lips
summoned up without hesitation, memorized, played
loudly and danced to often.
I want to pray you.
A petition, a promise, fervent and faithful,
whispered under my breath, but heard by the only
ears needed to be heard by.
I want to create you,
like the eighth day: "then there was you"--
out of thin air, or maybe evolved, a mystery, but
complete--and tangible.
I want you as you were.
I want you as you are.
I want you as you will be.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Beyonce Knows Best....
~In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring~
Monday, July 2, 2012
~Multiplied~
The gentle officer urgently instructed me that I would need to go right by the wreckage and that it was not something a young woman should ever see. I shuddered at the thought of what sights this man had been subjected to in his many years of public service…shielding those like me who would have been too weak to wield the burden of such real images emblazoned upon their brains and soft spirits. I thanked God for this man, and for those like him who stand in the gap for us.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
~Summit Supplication~
I hiked to the tip top of my mountain today.
Had alot on my mind.
Many things on my list.
Things I needed to ask Him.
Questions I wanted answered.
Gifts I sought.
Wisdom I felt was being withheld.
Blessings I intended on begging.
Each step on the ascent added yet another inquiry of my heart...
I felt like that child that all adults grow to both love and loathe with my endless: Who? What? When? Where? WHY? and HOWs?
And as I reached the summit, I readied myself to pray.
Inhaled to catch my breath and steady my stream of thought...prepared to launch into my list of wants and needs.
I opened my mouth and moved my lips...and as I looked down into the Valley I call home...that list diminished one by one.
A whispered "Thank You" sent into the sky...soon became a shout--high into the heavens....of gratitude, joy, light and love...of frustration, sadness, pain and worry wound tightly together...an all-encompassing awareness.
~THANK YOU~
Monday, June 4, 2012
Over the Edge and Back~
*Just finished climbing with two of the best friends a girl could ask for...tackling a mountain with this makeshift family of three--right in the middle of this magnificent ocean. And now that I am safe and sound descending from that summit...everything's reset~
Bring it on Monday, I am ready for you~
Thursday, April 26, 2012
~Pono Pheidippides~
One of my best friends just ran a marathon.
A MARATHON.
I had the chance---was given the incredible gift, rather---of being there.
I watched as he pushed his limits, didn't back down, was humbled...physically broken...and fully spent.
And I was able to be half of the pair (one on each side) that picked him up---recognized with wonder---and rebuilt him, a single smile and shared laugh at a time.
Gratitude does not suffice to describe the feeling I have when I think of the blessing of simply BEING invited in---being allowed to witness such a milestone in his life---and scraping that sweet spirit up off the side of the road after it was all said and done. *oh yeah, you better bet we fed him da best kine ono poke grindz afterwards too, cuz~
Saturday, April 14, 2012
~Present Poem~
-Life-
-a delicate dance between chaos and clarity
-each day’s passing ushers in the unexpected
-this mixed bag of heartache and hilarity.
-Fragile-
-the moments among which….
-darkness threatens to overtake
-casting its long shadow—
-a blanket covering without care.
-Joyful-
-the heart--
-whose cavernous chambers overflow
-filled to the brim.
-boasting a beauteous beat
-harmonizing with gratitude
-and a melody of peace.
-This vessel’s voice sings and swells—
-It's arcing climax: a crescendo of love.
-Courageous-
-the ones
-who set upon their journeys.
-heads held high—roadmaps opened wide
-boldly blazing a trail
-with laborers few---and martyrs many.
-Faithful-
-the eyes
-whose vision is not blurred
-Heavenly heads, raised and upright
-Setting sights above
-unwavering commitment crowning their curls.
-Hopeful-
-it peeks around corners....
-the soul seeking that something
-reaching out hands for healing
-open-palms ready....waiting...
-with joyful expectation
-perched in the pregnant pauses--
-this steadfast spirit buoyed by belief…
-sets anchor among Truth’s tranquil tides.
-Free-
-A description of me.
-Would be,
-Could be.
-Shall BE~
Sunday, March 25, 2012
~Seasons Greetings~
Although I live on a beautiful island where all is eternal sunshine and warmth, I still experience seasons.
I soak in sun-dappled summers—those days, weeks, years even—when I am tangibly aware of God’s daily blessings—as I feel their sweet kisses on my brow like warm rays beaming down on me from above. Yes, everything in this season seems bliss-filled and charmed beyond measure. Ah, Summer~
I skip through Springs---days strung together by misty mornings filled with light drizzling drops from Heaven that seem to bring all I see around me to life with vivid color and vibrant smells and sounds. These days I feel are characterized most by their hopefulness exuded….I almost imagine hope and cheerful expectation to be the pollen pods swept to and fro—alighted upon the honeybees’ wings as they go forth and brighten the world with seeds –of life--reveling in the wonder of renewal and regeneration—of newness and rebirth~
Fall finds me foraging through the closets---sensing that shift from the Summer season---not a sinister swing, yet all the same—I am aware I should reassess my wardrobe—clothing myself in corduroy and denim—soft sweaters—a kaleidoscope array of scarves and stockings….striped, with rainbows and (of course) rockin’ polka dots~
It is during these days that with every breath, I inhale the woodsy, earthy scents of time passing and life cycles sliding---one from another—around and around we go…I see the colors aflame among the trees—each leaf longing to stay connected to the tree it knows so well—that has nurtured it to this time---when it is at its most radiant and awe-inspiring state—bright, bold and striking in dramatic color. I watch and feel deeply the scene being played out before me—I sense the struggle of the leaf to remain resting upon the boughs---yet also survey the beauty of the bare branches that remain, after the leaf has allowed nature to take its course---has trusted in the weather to redeem in the next cycle—restoring life—and color—and communion with the arms of the arbor it loves so dear.
Now this--- my recent Winter—long a time of trepidation to me—I am learning now, daily—can also have its wonders. The cold I long feared—rather than giving me frostbite---has caused a healthy hue of rosy red to creep back into my cheeks. The brisk wind takes my breath away---and as I inhale with that sharp sense of shock---the air is sent swirling---I see it---billowing shafts—visible to my eyes—this undeniable reminder that I exhale…I exist. I am…everyday…breathing into the world….and this winter---I am also acutely aware—that I choose whether I will breathe goodness and light—or bitterness and defeat. I choose light….all the while, knowing….Spring is just around the corner...and this Winter's wonders have yet to all be revealed~
*Dreaming of daffodils today, and breathing goodness~
Friday, March 16, 2012
My Other Bird's Words~
My Kindred Spirit Kristen Kidd wrote this...and it provides such hope and beautiful promise...of home~
I pray it blesses you as it did me:
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Homes
Homes burn down
Homes are destroyed in war
Homes decay and dilapidate
Some people have many homes
With a million things to fill them with
Some of those same people
Suddenly have none
And roam and roam.
Stay strong in the times
When you are your only home-
The times when you must build again
When supplies are scarce
and helpers few
You deserve more, and you know
What you deserve...
Go
Gather the twigs and leaves of each day.
Pack it in with the mud
that connects each day to the next
Know that it is worthy
Because it is you, now
- raw, keen, earth, real, malleable
On a walk, some time,
you'll come upon a home
Remarkably like your own
You'll both stand gazing
at the sticks and mud
Then turn away, hand in hand
To build new~
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The Beacon of the Butterfly
As I go about my days lately, I realize I have to go home…to myself. I must leave my own light on—waiting to greet me when I return late at night—foresee that need for a beacon in the darkness, and plan ahead for evening time. I have made peace with this, in that I have, can, and will go home every day, with peace and assurance of ability—and independence initiated by an unwanted absence, yet one that is ever a bittersweet shadow in the background…mostly sweet though, I choose the honey over the hive~
Home, yes…but I still miss my roommate, my best friend, and my person. This is honest.
This is right---and well---and good…because I know-- deep down--- if I didn’t miss and ache with every fiber of my being, then I would question if I ever truly loved at all…and I did---I really, really did.
And I do…..I really, really do.
I am choosing to be grateful--to be home (again)…and I pray and look forward to moving into a new sanctuary one day (soon is my honest hope)…one that is filled with much more light, a lot more laughter, and a limitless lightness of being…with my roommate.
I will hold my own—decorate this home---with vivid color and bright, hope-filled patterns of stars—rainbows of promise, ridden by lions and fairies—but mostly butterflies---fresh born from their battle with that cocoon—able to rest now--the struggle having brought them back to their source…and in these new bodies, winged, beautiful beings that they are—these creatures created to fly—will be~
Thursday, March 1, 2012
~Sometimes~
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Evening Compline~
Perched high above the hum of the city, nestled in this castellar fortress. Among the trees, a wind whispers. The birds sing their farewells to February, and watch among the branches as the world whirls by below.
She looks up wistfully, her breath catches at the haunting halation captured as the sun slips into the shadows—the brilliant last light too beautiful to be caught and held more than a moment—she lets it go with grace, and follows its fading gleam—past the charnel, with its costly carcelage.---Away from the angry glare of lights too bright….burning her blue eyes---stinging her salt-water streaked cheek.
Rung by rung, she climbs…ascending up---away. Higher and higher she goes…each new step birthing a hope and prayer for a shining, chimerical sign—a sign of peace—a promise of provision—a reconciliation of hearts—a healing.
Arriving at the apex of this fairy dell in the sky, a ceremony of chasmogamy is born. And, in the moonlit gloaming, with each petal’s preening—reaching ravenously among the stars—petitioning the Maker for that manna from above, this flower’s compline commences.
And there is sustenance in the twilight—as the morning makes its bed to rest, and rise again~
Sunday, February 26, 2012
White Lightning!
After what seems like a month of mornings marked by question after question... after question …I woke today with an entirely new set of inquiries:
1) How do I take my coffee?
"I’ll take my coffee poolside, thank you."
2) Who will now wake me with a kiss?
"The estate’s resident spaniel’s smooch is unabashedly offered on the daily (provided I, in turn, barter with a promise of abundant hugs and cuddles throughout the day)."
3) Who/what can I be totally immersed into now?
"That sparkling pool peeking just outside my balcony beckons…"
4) And the stroke of preference today?
"FREEStyle, naturally"~
5) When one finds oneself alone, on a Hollywood Hills estate, in a private pool…what DOES one do?
"BLIND THOSE BIRDS WITH A STREAKIN’ FLASH OF UNFETTERED FAIRY FREESTYLE…" *bringing new meaning to the term: white lightning~
6) And the soundtrack for this skinny dippin’ sesh?
"Praise songs….all day long~"
After almost a month of endless questions….I am finding some answers…and they aren’t half bad~
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Golden State~
I ran away from home today….
I’ll not stay…
I just need some time.
An ocean in between…
Some moments to pray…
A forum to play…
*So I’m Headin’ to that Golden State…..
Gonna put on that party dress.
Break out those dancin’ shoes.
Listen to some live music.
Walk in the wine country (like sample?)
Drive with the top down.
Bike down the boardwalk.
Venture into Venice, just to see what I see.
Swim in the sun-dappled pool outside my front door.
Wander around that writing world.
And reconnect with those who first saw me sparkle and shine.
Making peace with a past long pushed aside, City of Angels…I’d like to re-introduce myself.
So nice to see you see me again.
What you got, maw ma?
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Reading by Fire Light~
I believe in love. And yes, I believe in monogamy.
Call me a prude….old-fashioned…behind the times…I joyously accept all of these if it means a lifetime shared in the constancy of one, good, solid companion.
I believe in the sanctity of husband and wife…that it is a beautiful—and not binding bond, and that the sacredness of intimacy with one is not a limiting trap---but rather makes us limitless in the safety and trust of that one person….caught and held securely in the cushion of commitment—the comfort and peace of knowing….knowing….knowing…you will never walk alone.
I understand now why it is likened to Christ and His love for the church. The give and take that feels nothing like tug of war. The sweet sacrifice—that because it is not abused---does not return void, will not leave one depleted, and is never wasted. The solace offered through stability--of something so sacred that, no matter what arises in the day….or descends upon us in the night….holds steady…remains true….and chooses unwavering gratitude for the gift of one another, and fierce faithfulness.
I realize now this dream---this glorious vision of purity, passion and growing in grace and peace together as one---is only possible if God is fueling the fire. Otherwise, the flames are beautiful to behold….they will keep you warm enough to lull you to sleep—and in your waking dreams you will get a small, shifting sense of sweetness in the smoke….and, as the embers glow…and the flames fade….you are left with smoldering ash.
I have been fanning a similar fire, loving its warmth, believing in its beauty, and now, as I look at the embers…I fall to my knees…curling my tiny body as close to the glorious glow as I can, and beg for more warmth….praying for renewal of the flame….searching in vain for a match that would rekindle its radiance…and denying in my heart of hearts that this fire…this flame…this beautiful warmth—is a bastard child—no father laying claim to it—for never did it ask for His name.
I made this fire with the one I love. Yet I forgot to invite the One I most love (or should have) to help us along the way…to show us how to light it, and fan its flames to where it will stay strong, provide warmth that lasts, and light that illuminates our lives. I still pray for redemption—of myself, of the one I love—and yes, of that fire that could be so beautifully built between…..yet I know now, today, who must light and sustain it….and why it is so~
Today, as everyday, I pray for miracles….with an open hand I free those I love to choose their path….and I follow the only path I know as true, and good, and lovely~
Sunday, February 19, 2012
As Capulet Commands~
Friday, February 17, 2012
State of Being~
When you feel the rug has been pulled out from under you….and the role that you saw yourself fulfilling in life has been cast to another…it is a strange state to find yourself in. I liken it to Kansas, or perhaps Nebraska? A state that in and of itself would not be the worst place in the world…had you not been born in say, Hawaii—or the rolling, wine country of California.
Yes, here I am….in Kansas….its arid air and flat roads stretching before me---with nothing but miles and miles of fields on either side. It is hard to not loathe these lonely lands….I never did like corn, and dust makes me cry--often. I prefer my ocean and beaches…the warm sun on my face…the salty air upon my cheek…and endless stretches of sand to curl my toes into—wriggling away my worries with each fairy step.
I believe the hardest part, is that I still feel very much a citizen of my former state…I do not believe this alien status I am now presently experiencing is my true destiny. I do not belong here…yet, here—I AM.
I look around me, no lion in sight…Aslan himself even seems absent, save a whisper in the wind of a love once warm upon my skin—I wrap the threadbare throw ‘round my once soft shoulders…careful not to pick the fraying fabric on the blades' jagged edges. This fairy…I must remind myself is fragile, yet fierce. And faithful….how faithful is she now…as she will remain…unwavering.
This state has new laws….which she will abide…yet she knows…back in her world—reverberating with every fervent beat of her foreign-born heart—her truth must pulse and pound with veritas--channeling its energies into goodness abounding. And, although she does not recognize many things these days…she does know one thing, she remembers it well---this, her offering…
Words, ruminating on a page---perched precariously in pregnant pauses—building a blessed bridge between the present__________the promise~
Monday, February 13, 2012
~Red, Revisited~
Because…so much does depend on one simple pair of scissors, and a tiny tube of goo.
And, yes, because this fairy knew deep within her bones, there was great need for a renewed declaration of independence (from expectations), a peace treaty (with herself), and a pint-sized middle finger raised~
Rockin' the red.
*Woo Woo*~
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Cardiac Rehab~
I remember when I was growing up in our small, Southern town, the local YMCA would have this group exercise class called “Cardiac Rehab.” It, as the name would be fitting, was geared specifically towards those who had had some serious, life-threatening health event occur such as a heart attack or stroke, that had left them in need of gentle, muscle (in this case the heart), strength and endurance building. 99% of this crew consisted of what I (so diplomatically at my mature 15 years of age) termed “old farts” and “Gerries.”
I remember distinctly, as I ran my laps around the second-floor, indoor track—looking down and taking in this scene (what looked to me more like torture) with horror---and also a healthy dose of pity. All my youth-lidded teenage eyes could see was sagging skin, slow-motion, and staggering towards an unseen goal that will never ever put them back quite exactly at their same status—their lives had all irrevocably slowed….stalled even.
This thought made me shudder, and I would look away and will myself to pretend that these damaged vessels were not there in my existence—that all there was in my world was motion—power—sprinting with strong legs and a kick that caused my heart to burst with effusive energy--bubbling over with such gratitude that I was at my prime---unblemished--and on my way…never looking back on those unspoken of underlings.
Today, I have a new perspective….such a dramatically different awareness. I'd like to go back to that small, Southern town, and survey these citizens with new eyes. And that is who they are---citizens…of a unified country—a small, circle of friends, bound together by an unbreakable bond forged in battle. Their hearts have taken a hit—their lives will never be the same. Everything they do now, has to take into account their condition(s).
I believe I would see them facing their frustration, as they cycle with slow, pained circles…round-a-bout they go…remembering when they moved so freely—yet not allowing themselves to give up…rather giving themselves the grace to go at their own pace….rebuilding. I believe I would also see the friendships forged over fellowship together—tried by fire, this fellowship flows from souls sojourneying quite possibly the most scary and difficult path they will ever be asked to tread. They go~
Yes, I am sure---the sagging skin, the slow-motion, and the stilted progression will still shock me in unguarded moments…yet I believe I won’t turn away this time. I will look up and see those sprinters looking down on me with such disgust….and I will know I am beautiful…and that their shudders signify their small minds—simple worlds—and still yet to be discovered awarenesses of life happening…and all that it entails. I will gaze on my own wrinkled war-ravaged body, and will speak to it tenderly—willing it to go at its own pace—and remind it that it is not as it once was—but it is getting stronger everyday.
This morning, my Cardiac Rehab consists of good, strong coffee, the crashing cadence of winter waves, a sandy stretch of beach beckoning just outside my door, and prayers petitioned from a tiny island in the Pacific. Heal, heart. Heal.