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Lest We Forget

3/6/2022

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It is quite impossible

to hold on to all the pieces
of this skewed 3-D jigsaw puzzle
with flying color chips
each a prismatic reflection 
of the chaos and cacophony
that is Washington and the country
and the world.
It is a game, all a game.
The nanosecond you grasp one piece
in your quivering hand,
your quavering mind,
thinking you see a pattern,
a space to fit it in,
a toddler rushes into the table,
pieces jostled out of place once more.
I don’t care for games,
Yes, crosswords.
Yes, puzzles.
But this is every game ever played--
musical chairs,
marching to the beat
until the music stops
and you are the one left standing
discomforted and alone.
The one with red balls flying at your face
thrown by someone you thought you trusted.
The one with the tiny figures
​that move around a board
hoarding money and real estate
and a jail that never holds anyone
but you for an extended time.
The etch-o-sketch that creates
and then destroys.
There are no rules.
There is no finale.
The band plays on and on--
a calliope one moment,
a dirge the next.
I wake with fists clenched
across my chest,
gasping for air.
The game never ends. 
There is no death.
An inspiration catches in my throat; 
a different reality might be endearing.
When the game moves on to the next level,
The next hopscotch square,
we turn our heads and wonder how we got here,
and all we can do now is watch and watch and watch.
I finally dealt the same fate to the Monopoly game
as I did to the Ouija board
left sealed in my closet. 
These remind me of the weird symmetry of 
not games but warnings of visceral abuse.
When I was a child
I had a recurring nightmare,
or was it a waking vision,
of the end of the Earth,
destruction everywhere.
Coffins spinning out of graves
jettisoned with their depleted contents
out into the vastness of space,
going back from whence we came.
The vision was always terrifying--
small child,
end of the planet she was tucked in on.
I think of the terror,
the confusion--
I had never seen a coffin,
I had never seen a death,
I had never seen a corpse,
but there these exploded from or into
my brain.
Lately, I think these were visions
repeated so I would not forget,
not forget,
not forget.
The new cycle begins again
with the closing gyre
of the last one,
the last shudder
of an experiment
that once again failed.
How many times have we been here
in this moment?
We forget
We forget
We forget


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The Pedestrian Manual Introduction

2/23/2022

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Once upon a time, in the beginning of time, there were no cars and no streets and no signs, except natural ones on the earth and in the skies. People walked where they wanted to walk and created their own paths and it was good. People knew their spirit-selves, their internal divine spark, as reality and could recognize the spirit-self in others as they went about their daily tasks. They did not need a lot of rules, for this recognition created an environment of openness, trust, kindness, and generosity towards self and others. The individual paths, trod upon by individual spirit-selves,
joined together to create an interdependent lattice, a web of connections between people, spirits, and ideas. The lattice transcended time and space and people were content to travel along an illusion of time and space whereon their conduct was determined by need. They rested when tired, ate when hungry, worked towards common goals and visions, worked through respected differences. People were in touch with who and what they were.
 
Then, the paths became paved, and as the earth became encrusted with human-made roads and edifices, people lost the ability to clearly perceive their own true nature, let alone that of their neighbor. They lost connection with the interdependent web, the lattice that is our true home, and lost their way. To find their way and make sure everyone obeyed the rules on the roads of the earth, they erected signs to remind them of the rules that needed to be followed, the hazards that needed to be avoided, and the locations they were looking for. These signs included regulations, warnings, destinations, and services. People saw them as ways to navigate upon the earth, not as guideposts to help them travel with their spirit, with their heart.
 
While pedestrian can mean mundane, banal, run-of-the-mill, everyday, the usual, it is important to remember that a pedestrian is one who is on a path, that you, as a pedestrian, walk upon the earth with other pedestrians. This book will help you reinterpret the signs around you and help you to find your way in life.

Please click on link to read a sample of The Pedestrian Manual: 
https://amzn.to/3sZPvAg​


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On the Eve of Imbolc

2/10/2022

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The time before now

that is also now
spans across space, creating a web of infinite nows.
In this now, this one here,
I feel Brigid
weaving her mantle to warm and bless me
as bard, who sings of the now that was our home
before now
in that other time
that was now
and we sat beside the Boyne
and dipped our fingers
into the flowing river
and held our fingers
to our lips to stain them with the clarity
of the poems that are sung at dawn
and at dusk
and call to her, to you
in this guise as a mortal sitting in front of me
hands outstretched
a flame in each hand
offering healing
offering warmth.
The tear, the singular tear that crawls slowly down your face belies the trust you had in us,
the trust of remembering that which was too dear to be forgotten.
Brigid, I am trying--
still a little girl in a crone’s body
I do not know the answers,
I only try to remember the song,
the melody beneath the words
that string the sounds into pictures and moment, and birds flying across the pure skies
and the fish moving sleek bodies through the water and beneath the water
and the trees, the trees, the trees,
and the cedars outside my window with their sacred spirit beads.
There is something coming that was said back then and remembered on the backs of the songs that swirl in ribbons of air around my head.
We can change this, we can return to that now that is still this now.
We, the poets, can remember, and tell the tales
and seek the words to say this is not all that was supposed to be.
There was a shininess beneath the dross that spills over at the edges of mankind.
Brigid, give us strength
and fire to burn away the darkness and herald a new day of rebirth,
to postpone the annihilation that breathes like a dragon across the land.
Brigid—give us the fire, 
to forge a sword 
to bring the light to night 
to bring the right that is might 
to stand and fight to save us all.
 



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You Are Here

2/3/2022

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We are experiencing what I perceive as a spiritual evolution but I recently came across the term “conscious evolution” and it would seem these terms embrace different aspects of the same journey to higher awareness, which, further, is directed toward the fulfillment of our journey to and beyond this place at this time.

Everything that is happening on this planet—from climate change to political upheaval to challenges to the previous, and pernicious, social constructs, to the global pandemic that threatens our physical as well as emotional realities—serves as catalysts toward our evolution of conscious and spiritual awareness. More than ever, I see this planet as fertile ground on which to change the dynamics of our very existence, both on the physical as well as the spiritual planes.

As each of us is touched by the incessant and insistent challenges that surround us, as well as live within us, we are being prompted to examine who and what we are and who and what we hope to be. When we see those who are creating burdens rather than uplifting us, we need to accept this as a call for change, acting individually and in community to not accept what is seeking to destroy us and instead finding peaceful ways in which to co-exist as we work toward harmonious conscious and spiritual growth. 

We can comport ourselves in the manner that we see as a path of sustainable environmental and societal advancement toward a common cause of meeting the negative forces that surround us with the more powerful forces of positive thought and action. As a writer and creative, I see my path, in part, to be one of offering inspiration as well as solace as we tread these difficult times. I believe firmly in the adage that the pen is mightier than the sword, and I think this goes as much for any type of creative endeavor that meets travail with an expression of productive hope and peace to push back those who wish to overwhelm us in order to keep the status quo.

I keep being reminded that I am a child of the universe, that we are all children of the universe, here now to learn from each other and grow together toward the higher vibration that is awaiting us, to manifest the awareness of what and who we really are, and to light a path for others to follow.


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Om

1/31/2022

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Sitting in meditation, I am listening to audio of monks intoning “Om.” I am breathing and thinking and seeking the gaps in the awareness of breath and thought. Then, I become aware that there is a harmonic resonating around the Om tonality and that this is the space in which the energy of creation resides. My breath is the portal through which the awareness is shared and the invitation to move into that space given. I listen more closely. There are several tones creating harmonics around the Om, which is the sound of the universe. There are different spaces that all converge within the one space that connects the universe within and without into oneness of purpose. It is here that writing occurs, that poetry is received, that all creative acts manifest, including our own being. It is our duty to enter this space to manifest our world through acts of creation, which exist in and through the energy of love, which binds everything and everyone into oneness. It is the energy of the original creation. Om.

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Manifest Your Own Chapter

1/3/2022

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The challenge is to become aware, truly aware that you are a spirit having a physical experience of your own design, containing all your pre-planned choices. You can access moments of this awareness through meditation and focus throughout the day on the spark within and the awe inspiring manifestation of the outer universe, which of course lives within you. The more you make this union, this symbiotic reality part of your life, the more open you will become to the messages, yearnings, and urges of your soul within the greater I AM, i.e., the Creative Spirit, and become part of the creative dance of the universe. In this is not only the creation, the initial spark, but your opportunity to create as part of the source energy that flows to and through us. Meditate daily to find the peace that lives within you. Use that energy to create and manifest your own chapter in the great story.

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The Poet as Sculptor

10/19/2021

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Being a poet is akin to being a sculptor standing before a block of marble. They can see the truth inside, but must chisel away until they find the structure within. When poets write, they write from a life of experiences, and from those must find the one that wants to be given form. But! The poem does not allow itself to be crafted completely in the moment but instead provides an armature on which to attach words, and words having been attached, the poet needs to look at what is and chisel away the dross and seek more deeply the poem within. Armature created (by whose hand?), the bits and pieces arise from the library of life, and then the poet, having recognized a bit of theme, continues to chisel until the poem, not the poet, decides it is done, reserving the right, at some future time to be pruned here, grafted there (yes, the metaphors seem to be mixed right now, but the poet can see the truth in both to create the whole of the purpose for this writing). So, a poet is a sculptor and a gardener, and through that symbiosis is a poem breathed into life.

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"You are a child of the universe . . . "

9/6/2021

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If you explore the vastness of the universe, you will find you are an integral part of it and, in that, you will have found yourself. “You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should” (lines from “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann). Desiderata means things that are wanted or needed, as you are, here and now. This is the truth. Earth is part of an experiment in learning how to peacefully and lovingly coexist. And through you, the experiment continues as you become part of the flow of positive energies. One way to recognize and understand what this truly means is to examine what your internal universe is trying to share with you, and one way is through writing. Not thinking what the best word is but allowing the universal awareness to flow through you unimpeded by extraneous thoughts and desires. You are given the task of sharing your knowledge with yourself and others and intuitive writing allows you to open to the energy that flows through you like a river, ever flowing, never twice the same but always the same. If you would like to join the next session of my course Intuitive Writing, which will expand your awareness of who you are and why you are here, please follow this link for more information.

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Create

8/31/2021

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The arts heal, both the creator and the one experiencing the creation. And right now, I think you will agree we all need some healing. Creating moves you from your normal state of being and helps you enter a space that is filled with an energy that heals—body, mind, and spirit. It doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive. Paper and pen or crayons are a good start. I recently decided to explore watercolor painting. I have always wanted to learn how to make this sort of art and now I plan to move into time every week when I can practice using color in a new-to-me manner of exploration and experience. It doesn’t have to fulfill some idea of “fine art.” It simply needs to be an expression of a vision that is unique to you. Feel yourself embraced by the  energy that begins to flow through you, creating a space through which you can step away from the mundane and into a suspended moment in time where you can discern the energy of your spirit guiding you as you create. The energy you are feeling is the love energy through which the Creative Spirit brought everything into being. That is the energy you also tap into when you create.

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Just listen

8/25/2021

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Daily writing connects you to your inner self and the universal energy of love. Through both, you can find what you already know and what you need to learn—what the universe can share with you when you are open enough to ask and prepared enough to receive. And then, you listen with the ears of the heart and accept the answers through writing. Write a word, a sentence, a poem, an essay, a book! Writing is sacred and necessary in the way that breathing is. Inspire. Breathe. Be. Through writing we access our essence, our essential energy, and follow that to find blissful awareness and connection to the universe. Writing helps us to discover what we are thinking, what our spirit is thinking, what the universe is thinking. Just listen, and write!

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