A trinity

Of suffering....

I suffer for art.

I suffer for my calling.

I suffer for love.

Saying all that...

Suffering has no strength to wound a weary body

Namaste

Child-like 3

I'm glad I feel like a little kid.

I'm glad life and writing feel organic.

Namaste

Rest in peace, Bo Diddley...

"Seventy ain't nothing but a damn number," he told The Associated Press in 1999. "I'm writing and creating new stuff and putting together new different things. Trying to stay out there and roll with the punches. I ain't quit yet."

I'm glad I saw him at the Bottom Line years ago.

Promises, promises

Four months ago I was in Paris, and I made a promise to myself. I am fulfilling the promise at every moment.

Namaste

Re-alignment

I write a lot of words here, because I live and breath and feel them. I want the actions that will stem from my words to be in alignment.

Namaste

Why is it that it seems like we only find poetry when our hearts are broken? Why is there such beauty in the pain of a broken heart?

Rock you like a hurricane

Sometimes, those pulses I feel come like a light breeze.

Other times, like this morning, they come like a hurricane.

No apologies

I saw this in a description of what a woman is looking for in a guy on a dating site...

I want somebody with a little thug in him.

Want to make me seethe? Ask me to be this way.

And then watch me walk out the door.

When you look at me, you will not find a thug.

You will find a caring, passionate, compassionate, loving man.

If that's not what you want, I can't help you.

Take my hand

And let's dance...

At any moment, I am being in the manner I see myself. I want to bring grace, dignity, heart and soul to everything I do and to everyone I encounter. I want to give the fullness of me.

Namaste

This morning is wonderful. Simply for the fact that I feel fantastic about how and what I feel.

(It's a broken record, yes, but what a beautiful song, with all the skips, pops, and crackles.)

Namaste

The light coolness of the morning

The stillness of the dawning air

The reverie my soul feels

A new day begins

Another new adventure embarks

Namaste

It hurts knowing that someone could use a helping hand, and you can't give it to them.

SFTD

What?

Smile for the day, right here.

Name game

I laugh at myself. Not in derision, or sorrow.

But in amazing myself.

No, I chuckle to myself, my spirit will be fertilized by that rich soil, not buried in it.

I am writing, doing, being, things that men aren't expected to do, or are thought not capable of doing. It makes me sort of a rebel. ;-)

But the rebellion/journey/sojourn/pilgrimage is for the heart, the soul and the spirit. To feed and be fed.

The rich, fertile soul my spirit lies in is for growth, not burial.

Namaste

The stillness of the warm morning fortifies my soul. She whispers into my ear...

Do not bury your spirit. You wholly acknowledge your position, and the position of others. Nourish and nurture your spirit. Allow it to bloom. Remember the lotus flower? Such a fragile thing contains enormous strength. We are all fragile. We are all strong. Allow your spirit to grow and nourish yourself. It will nourish the soul of another. Namaste, my beautiful angel of spirit.

The tao of magnets

Seen on a friend's fridge...

Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

We often lose sight of that small nugget of insight. And that's where trouble can start.

Stay out of trouble.

Let's be clear here...

It's the journey, the pilgrimage, the sojourn.

The tangibles of life are not what I seek. It is the intangibles I seek that wake me from my slumber, and begin a new adventure as the light breaks the horizon.

Namaste

When I look in that mirror, I see what is present, and what I am capable of being.

Namaste

Welcome to June.

Yes, I have allowed it to be present. To be. To be still.

Namaste