Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Radiance of a Rising Sun
The daggers of ice
start to tumble
In a destructive
collision
Destroying
themselves
and what lies
in their path
Leaving behind
a surface once covered
Exposed to take in
what is given
Retreat
Facets of life are calling me
I don't want to feel them right now
My teachers once said
don't separate
the spiritual
from the mundane
I still could care less
There's a reason
for retreats
My whole life
could use one
right now
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Create Your Own Myth
"Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth."
-Rumi-
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Small Stone #4
The moonlight blankets
everything
as if it knows the pain
shooting star reminds me
that all will be okay
Small Stone #3
Colors bursting forth
in their final days
last of days to play
before the rain washes them away
Small Stone #1
I've decided to start posting my small stones here. No titles or images will accompany them, simply because one of the magical things about them is that the reader can interpret them in any way. Therefore, I don't want to give away any secrets as to what I was referring to when writing them. Here's the first:
The sky azure
no words
bathed in solar rays
soaking in, my cheeks
a sensual array
Writing - Small Stones
Small stones are a way of incorporating both writing and awareness. Writing small stones is a lovely way to bring presence into our experiences through writing. They are short pieces that reflect a moment in time. They can be very enriching, and they certainly do not have to reflect only peaceful and happy moments, they can reflect any experience. I like to see them as a flow of words describing the present moment, rather than a poem. Once you try to structure them or analyze them, they begin to lose their magic. They are not meant to be critiqued or changed (although they can be polished), let them reflect the moment, in that moment, and let it create itself. More information about writing small stones can be found here.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Money
"Only After the last tree has been cut down, Only after the last river has been poisoned, Only after the last fish has been caught, Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten."
~Cree Indian Prophecy
Love and money should properly have nothing to do with each other.
~John Saul
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
I Want My Country Back - Greg Brown
I'm getting ready to visit the Iowa countryside where I grew up.
I'm seeing visions of a time when I used to sit with my great grandparents and the rest of our family and listen to stories from the Great Depression and what it was like to live on cornmeal and all the different things you could make out of it...what it was like to make less than a dollar a day...what it was like to depend on others for survival...My great grandparents were amazing people and I was lucky enough to be in their presence all the way through most of my 20's. They were married for over 65 years and I've never since witnessed a true love quite like theirs. I learned so much from them, most notably, how to live simple, laugh, love, watch wildlife and play music. I remember fishing with grandpa on the river at the cabin and how he would pay me a quarter for every grasshopper I could catch and bring to him. Great grandpa Brown brought the guitar and harmonica out at every family gathering. He would play and sing for hours. In those moments of music, nothing else mattered, grandpa's music was like a spell, bringing you entirely into the moment, and that moment only. Every song told a story of what life was like so long ago, and many were quite humorous as well. How I miss those days. I will never forget his voice. Greg Brown carries on a piece of what I experienced growing up. Our families overlap and his songs, his voice and even his demeanor at times are so reflective of grandpa. Listening to him brings me right back to the old, warm living room where my great grandparents lived, listening to grandpa sing. It's amazing how much Greg sounds like him...
One of the coolest things is that one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Jack Johnson, is also a Greg Brown fan and has covered Greg's song "Spring Wind." I've only been able to find the entire song (Jack's version) for streaming: http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/06/18/jack-johnson-spring-wind/
A part of it is incorporated here:
When I stumbled across this years ago, I had no idea Jack Johnson was a Greg Brown fan. It's significant to me because Greg often sings about life in Iowa and a time when things were so much more simple. A time when our relatives played music for hours within the vast expanses of midwest farmland. That a touch of that has been incorporated into Jack Johnson's music is completely awesome to me, and it's almost like a touch of Grandpa and our other relatives are up on stage with Jack when he sings that song, the roots of which came from the prairies of Iowa and the music that was shared together as a family.
I'm seeing visions of a time when I used to sit with my great grandparents and the rest of our family and listen to stories from the Great Depression and what it was like to live on cornmeal and all the different things you could make out of it...what it was like to make less than a dollar a day...what it was like to depend on others for survival...My great grandparents were amazing people and I was lucky enough to be in their presence all the way through most of my 20's. They were married for over 65 years and I've never since witnessed a true love quite like theirs. I learned so much from them, most notably, how to live simple, laugh, love, watch wildlife and play music. I remember fishing with grandpa on the river at the cabin and how he would pay me a quarter for every grasshopper I could catch and bring to him. Great grandpa Brown brought the guitar and harmonica out at every family gathering. He would play and sing for hours. In those moments of music, nothing else mattered, grandpa's music was like a spell, bringing you entirely into the moment, and that moment only. Every song told a story of what life was like so long ago, and many were quite humorous as well. How I miss those days. I will never forget his voice. Greg Brown carries on a piece of what I experienced growing up. Our families overlap and his songs, his voice and even his demeanor at times are so reflective of grandpa. Listening to him brings me right back to the old, warm living room where my great grandparents lived, listening to grandpa sing. It's amazing how much Greg sounds like him...
One of the coolest things is that one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Jack Johnson, is also a Greg Brown fan and has covered Greg's song "Spring Wind." I've only been able to find the entire song (Jack's version) for streaming: http://music-mix.ew.com/2010/06/18/jack-johnson-spring-wind/
A part of it is incorporated here:
When I stumbled across this years ago, I had no idea Jack Johnson was a Greg Brown fan. It's significant to me because Greg often sings about life in Iowa and a time when things were so much more simple. A time when our relatives played music for hours within the vast expanses of midwest farmland. That a touch of that has been incorporated into Jack Johnson's music is completely awesome to me, and it's almost like a touch of Grandpa and our other relatives are up on stage with Jack when he sings that song, the roots of which came from the prairies of Iowa and the music that was shared together as a family.
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