Thursday, November 28, 2013

Warm Fuzzies.

Warmth that moves out wards.
From your heart to another's.
That's warm Fuzzies.
You must get your fill daily from good people.
Makes for happy beasties.

Happy Thanks Giving to your lovies who fill you up.
Thank you.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Cherry Blossom Girl

Flowers flow from her breath.
Life springs from her feet.

Her vision sees things to come.
Her ears hear what is only whispered.

Her dance is graceful.
Her movements poetry.

Love is her song.
She speaks only kindness.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Being a catalyst means you're the beginning.
But not the end.

Maybe you show something that's hidden
Or maybe you remove the darkness
And light returns...

You don't get to see what unfolds all the time
But that's ok

It's just important that it starts.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013



I'm tired a fighting against what is.
In fact I feel quite befuddled by all this.
I tried waving my arms around and throwing things at it.
Amazed at the lack of anything really changing.

I think I'm gonna wait now.
I'm gonna surrender.
There is nothing to do but wait for the next right action.
Listening and listening...still silence.

Good thing I can dance and draw and laugh in this void.
It might keep me from crying, from stamping my feet in frustration.
Gotta surrender and pray to let go of making things happen before their time.

Wish I knew what I was waiting for or what I needed to do.
Oh yeah I have let go that too...
Praying to let go...
Breathing and trusting in Wisdom: 
Shekhinah guide me...

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Jungle girl.

She's fierce and proud.
She runs with the animals.
Keen to hunt alongside.

She knows how to rest like them too.
Sleeping fully, breath moving in and out of the belly.
She can awake when she needs to, refreshed.

Jungle girl can never return to the world of men.
They speak too much, fear too much.
They've lost touch with the earth and it's heartbeat.
Her dance is the rhythm of that beat.
Boom, boom......boom, boom......

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Strips of black.

If I could clothe myself from ether
I would wrap myself 
In soft silks made from pinks and mossy green,
Those would cover my torso like a slip,
These would lay next to my heart
Tender and venerable.

Then I would gather a long red silk mantle
It would drape over my shoulders and touch the ground,
The first layer if protection in place, laying loose and gentle.

But now the strips of black cloth would wrap around me
It would be made to bind me in,
Not to constrict but to contain.
Snug and graceful both, 
Like a beautiful dress...a black trench coat.

My matrix of beautiful cloth.
I can change it as is needed.
I can strip away the black and red..lay bare my insides.
But not today....
I'm feeling pretty bad ass in black.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Wrapping myself in silk.

I got to wrap myself tight.
The energy is moving around and I feel like I am too open.
Too raw.
Too venerable.
My energy is all colors, silk ribbons.
Now it's time to twine myself around my core.
What makes my core?
My child.
They bind my heart.
My art.
They bind my belly.
My journey.
They bind my head.
The dance around the maypole is the dance I do with spirit.
Constant safe place inside myself. 
Through movement I find my stillness and my solidity.
I got to wrap myself tight.