A galaxy of love

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galaxy of love

There is a knowing we can all achieve.

It’s not what we thought.

Or what we’ve been taught.

My blue moment

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so blue

I walked to the beach to have a moment.

Little did I realize what a moment I would have.

Standing there, drinking it all in, I realized how dazzlingly blue it all was.

I had never felt immersed in so much blue.

Not sure why they use the word blue to describe sadness.

Because to me blue evokes feelings of peace, calm, serenity.

Nothing depressing about it.

It is a color of pure contentment.

Oh, yes, and I felt it.

Perfect peace.

Perfect contentment.

Perfect blue.

Like a bird

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We can fly long distances in an airplane,

float weightlessly in the sky in a hot air balloon,

hover in a helicopter.

We can soar in a glider,

ride above the ocean with a para-sail,

or above the land with a hang glider.

We can do loop de loops in a trick plane,

hug cliffs as we traverse mountain top to valley in a flying suit,

fall straight from the sky with a parachute.

But to really fly,

to do all of that,

requires being a bird.

No wonder their “words” are called songs.

 

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I am there

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nature's beauty

As I sit down to work,
I want to be anywhere else…
In my garden,
On the mountain,
In the woods.
With my feet on the ground,
My hands in the dirt,
My head in the sky.
Breathing the earth,
Caressed by its beauty,
Connected to all that is real.
In the world of thoughts,
and dreams,
and words,
I am there.

 

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What if?

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life everlasting

What if…

What if death is actually the beginning
of an incredible life?

What if those who have gone ahead of us would,
if they could,
let us know that it’s all more than okay?

What if they could tell us that they are happy and at peace
and that everything they thought mattered when they were here on earth
just melts away to nothingness?

What if we knew that,
given the choice,
they would choose not to return to their former life?

What if we are already there with them,
only we don’t know it yet?

What then?

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Death is a part of life, and yet it is so very hard. It seems like so many people I know have lost precious loved ones lately. I wrote this poem thinking of them, and I wrote it for me. Because death seems so final to those of us still on earth, and is so full of sorrow. And yet we are told by our spiritual teachings – and by people who have had near-death experiences – that death is not final. It is a transition to another life. Imagine becoming a butterfly after being a caterpillar. Would we want to return to our caterpillar form once we became this beautiful being capable of flight?

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere…

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I don’t feed my animals until 5 o’clock pm. This is not because I am a stickler for routine. This is because my animals can tell time. They know when it’s dinner time. And they come around asking for it. So, if I move the time earlier, ever, they’re gonna come around earlier to beg. And I don’t want that.

We do have a little challenge those times of year when we have to change the clocks. Nutty tradition. I wonder what animals would say to humans changing time.

So, today they came around at 4:45. And started begging. I told them it wasn’t 5 o’clock yet, and immediately Jimmy Buffet’s song came into my head. Almost like they were telling me it’s 5 o’clock somewhere telepathically.

And then they gave me that it’s-5-o’clock-somewhere look….

PleaseMom (2)

Please, mom!

PleaseMom (1)

Please mom!

And when I stuck to my guns…

PleaseMom

Paaaaleeeeaaaaasssssseeeee Mom!

Because of my hard-heartedness I am now the recipient of dog slobber on my shirt, my skirt, my legs.

But by the time I decided I’d write a blog post about this they were happily munching away at their kibble.

I would end with, “and now it’s time for me to have a beer.” But I don’t drink beer. Kind of wrecks the perfect ending.

Put down your rock

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Put down your rock.
You don’t need to throw it.
I am just like you.
I love and am loved.
I have a family, friends, and passions.
I get up every morning and get ready for the day.
I crawl into bed when the day has ended.
Just like you.
I am just like you.
I have blood flowing through my veins,
A heart that beats,
A mind that thinks,
A mouth that speaks,
Eyes that sparkle,
And sometimes shed a tear.
You see? We are not so different,
You and I.
Put down your rock.
Here, place it next to mine.
We can begin to build a bridge.

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Bergamot Honey

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bergamot honey

What is this, you ask?

Oh, you didn’t ask?

Okay, never mind then.

Just kidding, just kidding….

So, this is chopped up Bergamot flowers and leaves added to raw honey.

Say what?

Bergamot. As in, Bee Balm. Such a great flower.

Had another wild crafting class today and Emily told us about this.

Bee balm, like many plants, is good for a lot of things. Two of the things I wrote down were mental clarity and digestion. Good medicine for me.

So, the important thing, how does it taste?

I actually like it. It’s got a spicy bite to it mixed in with the sweetness of the honey. A minty-type bite.

Andy didn’t like it, but that’s not much of a surprise.

Today, I also learned what sheep sorrel and lambs quarters are. Two weeds I pull up from my garden. No more. Lambs quarters can be used like spinach and tastes mild and of course, because it is wild, is WAY more nutritious than spinach.

Now, if only Quickweed was edible….

 

Ancient Wisdom

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I'm reading The Tao Te Ching. It's an ancient book written by an old Chinese wise man. I think it was written 500 years before Jesus was born. Something like that. As I read it, I wonder if Jesus read it. Because he lived it. Or if there just are these universal laws of the universe / God that every wise man knows. That we all can know.

I am not hurrying through it. I am reading and journaling. Sometimes I read a verse, pondering but unsure of its full meaning, start writing, and then revelation comes. This is what writing does for me.

There is so much wisdom in this world beyond The Bible. And connected back to its truths. I am enjoying this journey. I just had to open up my soul and mind to it and leave fear behind. I've lived a life in fear. Circling round and round in my religion. Afraid to go outside of it for truth. Afraid of what other people would think of me. This fear has been holding me back.

But really, it was my religion that finally released me. I no longer wanted to be a part of something that was full of people arguing their version of the truth, pointing fingers at their brothers and sisters and calling them out as sinners or heathens, denying people ministries because they were the wrong sex or orientation or believed wrong. Spreading untruths from the pulpit (I know this because I would go home and do my own research when something didn't sound right). My religion was full of fear and condemnation and stifling me. Yes, there is so much beauty and love in it too. The way it is supposed to be. The other stuff was just shouting louder.

Love is a quiet thing.

So now I am free to follow Jesus without religion. To learn from him and other spiritual leaders. To not have to fit into a bucket of belief. I've been saying for years that God is so much bigger than the boxes we put him in. And he is showing me just how big. Jesus said that we could do all that he did and more. That's a pretty powerful statement. I kept looking around and saying, well? Why aren't we seeing anything like it? Yet I think we are. It's just that people living like Jesus lived aren't looking for attention. They are just loving and producing miracles by that love.

May we all learn to love this way.