Archives for the month of: June, 2009

Like a hopeful story I tell my grandchildren through black and white images, I never forgot you.

It has been so long, yet time measures nothing today.  Mangled, I hid how entirely I fell apart when you left, and in your innocence, you moved on quicker than I healed.

The words never said that you wanted to hear: I never wanted you to go, my love.

Though none of this was about you, I lost you in the process. When some hearts shatter, they are silent movie reels spinning behind the red velvet curtain.

All these years gone by and how different we both must be, yet I have found no one else to love even a fraction the depth of you.

I still remember your hand I held, the cocoon of your body transporting mine through the darkness.  Sweetness is the name on my lips and whose tears still moisten them.

In exotic places, I roamed free.

Though I know not if it matters at all, you are with me still.

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forging my path

We have been telling the people that this is the
Eleventh Hour
Now we must go back and tell the people this is the
Hour

And there are things to be considered:

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.

It is time to speak your truth.

Create your community.
Be good to each other.

And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!

There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will
be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart and they
will suffer greatly.

Know the river has its destination.

The Elders say we must let go of the shore, and
push off and into the river, keep our eyes open, and
our head above the water.

See who is in there with you and Celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing
personally.
Least of all ourselves.

For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth
and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over.

Gather yourselves!

Banish the word “struggle” from your attitude and
your vocabulary.

All that you do now must be done in a sacred
manner
And in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for . . .

-The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona –
(thank you Josh)

winsome

No joke, she be winsome, yo.

flower girl

I’ve decided that for every teeny tiny thing I feel someone’s judging me for, I’m going to bless it with love.

That’s right.

No more wanting to make it beautiful for someone else. How about this instead–how about seeing it as already beautiful for me.

And with this, I hope to learn that it is not that I don’t measure up in countless ways, it’s that I’ve been letting myself down for not loving those places for what they are, whatever they are, however big, flat, speckled, lumpy, unruly, wild, unconventional, opinionated, desirous or unapologetic they are…