Waz' fortune cookie inspiration

Winter Solstice 2012 (12/19/12)

All I am arises with my very own thoughts.

A red cross-grain ribbon left over from a gift-long forgotten,

a bright pink lipstick, too chicken to wear, the hum of the dryer.

The clutter on my desk distracts me

Sleepy but the words of this Poem will keep me awake

Until (unless) I let them spill out onto this page.

“All I am Arises”

All I am arises with my very own dreams

If you had asked me when I was

Six years old what I wanted to be

When I grew up I’d have said

“The President of the United States”.

It never occurred to me I couldn’t until

Someone told me so.  Well since I’m not

“The President of the United States” 

you may guess the impact that information had on my dreams.

All I am arises with my very own desires.

A lover once told me I wanted too much. 

Love, passion, family, home, friends, fun, adventures, intimacy, the salty spray of the ocean in my hair

Pretty much broke my heart in two when I realized he was not the one for me.

I wasted so much time with someone that doesn’t even deserve to speak my name.

All I am arises from the depth of my soul:

A fierce heart of a mama bear

Fairy wings of a butterfly

Strong tail of a hump-back whale and

Roots, trunk and branches of a redwood tree.

I am ALL that arises

I am all

Dance as if

Installation November 2011

Dance as if
your Life depends upon it.
Make it a performance of a lifetime
the audience is you and you alone.
Don't hurt yourself
but dance as if
it is the single thing
that will save your Life.

Step onto the dance floor
as if you are entering a
time-machine.
No wound or illness too
grave to be healed.

The salve is your own
sweat.  Dig a little deeper.
Drop the exterior
hard candy shell coating
and let your chocolate center
melt.

It is the filmstrip
of your Life.
You get to pick the background music
and turn the knob
to the next frame at the beep.

And when you get to
a part that hurts,
heal it;
or a part
that is joyful
ReJOYce.

When you're tired, Rest
in the valley of the
music.
Catch your breath in the gutter
and rev up for the
next wave
of energy
to Live you up.

Rewrite the Parts that went
wrong and set yourself
on a path of Enlightenment.

Bask in the beauty of  your Uniqueness.

Know you are loved.
Know you are loved
because you love yourself
first and foremost.

Be your own temptress,
seductive and smooth.

Graciously in-vite yourself
to a table laden
with all that
will nourish you
mind, body, soul.

Recite the incantation
to the Mother
the Father
and
Holy SPIRIT

Feel your heartbeat to the
drumbeat.

Annoint yourself
with the holy oil
take a sip of

the flowry elixir of inner peace.

Don't be afraid.

Set the world ablaze
or
Crawl inside a fur coat and
 purr, purr, purr.

Originally written 10/27/2011

Shift in Blog Posts

I have been randomly and more seldomly blogging but with a renewed energy I'm going to be posting some poetry I created during 5Rhythms sweats.  Exposing my innermost thoughts on the Internet is a bit scary, but I figure.  Why not?  Over the next few weeks I will post some poetry Ive done, along with photos from the Art Installations I've created to celebrate our holiest of prayers.  The Dance.

Step Away From the Light

Step away from the light

      Step away from the light

                             Step away from the light

   right now

Pass the shadows of twilight into the darkness of the new moon

Find the answers you seek in the dark

There are treasures worth facing the darkness

Don’t worry too much; the moon is still there, even if you don’t see her

The fact of the matter is, she is actually in your very own shadow.

Think about it

No, don’t think about it.

Take a hypodermic needle full of music and let ‘er rip.

Dance

Don’t forget to breathe

Dance

Don’t act

Be

Dance

Follow whatever body part is speaking the loudest

Is your arms or your belly or heart?

Let it serve as your guide in the darkness.

You will know where you are without any light.

Lose track, be disorganized, in the end it none of this really matters, 

When we are under the ground or ashes in the wind, it will be far too late.

So RIGHT NOW

                             Step away from the light

                                Step away from the light

                                  Step away from the light

9/11 memories

In the days that followed 9/11/2001 there was not much known about what was happening or who was responsible for these horrific acts. My son was eight at the time and asked we stop watching TV and talking about it because he was so upset by it. He had just gotten a 2-wheel bicycle so I walked with him up to the school yard so he could practice riding. It was eerie because we lived very near Sacramento Executive Airport and - as in other places, no planes were overhead. As my son rode round and round in circles on the playground, one lone plane crossed the sky. I sat with my journal and wrote this. The date was September 14, 2001.

You can try to terrorize me
but you cannot take away
my freedom.

Your terrorist activities may strike
fear in my heart

but you cannot erase

my country's courage.

You may bomb, blow up, destroy
and obliterate buildings.

But you cannot bom, blow up,
destroy and obliterate

my home.

My home is my country,
it is in my heart
and even with my death
my country, my home will not die.

You may kill 1 or 10 or 100
or 1,000 or 10,000 or 100,000
or 1 million people
but you cannot kill
our love for our country.

We will fight with every single shred of resources we have and then some.
We will sacrifice our sons and daughters and grandchildren.

You will not succeed in
stealing our way of life.

You cannot take away the joy we have
watching our children taking their first steps
riding their first bicycle
kicking a soccer ball or
kissing them goodnight.

You cannot take away the cool delta breeze that blows through my front door.

You cannot take away our
sunsets
mountains
beaches
praries
sunrises.

You cannot make us hate you
so that we retaliate with war.

Rather we retaliate with peace.
... we retaliate with love.
... we retaliate with righteous justice.

You cannot wipe away my tears
...my broken heart
...my love for my family and country.

These things will be my medal of honor.

You will be nothing.

What can we really live without?

My current daily use beauty product list:

Absolutely cannot live without: jane iredale pressed mineral powder. “SPF 30”in Satin.1 in the wings, 1 for home, 1 for purse at all times.

earthscience herbal tonic mist –when I’m feeling dry and itchy, I love to spray the moisturizing and toning mist all over – especially before bed when I just want a little moisturizer.

john masters organics sea mist – sea salt spray with lavender.   USDA organic and a great way to get beachy wave hair without going to the beach, plus it smells like heaven

DeVita – Perfecting Time Age Defying Moisturizer – vegan and good for summer

The Body Shop Tea Tree Blemish Night Lotion – don’t know why I need it at 52, but I do.  Works great at keeping those late-in-life blemishes under control, lasts for ever.

Four nail polishes (I polish my own nails and love the accent nail trend): 

·       Lancome “The Perfect Pink” – All time favorite for finger tips and toes

·       Sally Hansen Crackle Overcoat – Antiqued Gold

·       Revlon Top Speed “Peachy” although a bit too neon for me. 

·       Nicole by OPI “Disco Dolls”  

Aveda Stress Fix Concentrate – Stress Relieving Aroma therapy.   I like it.  Smells good. 

The Body Shop – Bronzing Powder in 02 (fair matte) great for all over bronzer and contouring

Free UC Davis Health Mammography nail file – Have you had your mammogram this year?

Loreal Colour Riche Lip Balm – SPF 15 in 3 colors Caring Coral, Heavenly Berry, Tender Mauve ( I have 2 of each color!)

Traumeel, a homeopathic anti-inflamitory-analgesic.1 tab under the tongue, great for aches & pains. 

Band-AID – cool Cynthia Rowley  designer bandaids.  Sequins, gold chains, black lace.  Keep them away from the children…I would have forgotten about them but when I was taking photo Honey scratched me (not on purpose).

Cream color hand crocheted hoop earrings with tiger eye and amethyst stones bought in SF from street vendor near Ghirardelli square.

Ombre Rose scarf from dear friend Judy, a gift from her trip to Prague where she found she didn’t need all the things she thought she couldn’t live without.  

let go of Letting Go

Five days of excruciating pain.  Low back wrung like a wet mop.  Release, let go!

Deep water spirits hear my prayer, and shoot through me like a fire-hose…   A water healer prescribes a shot in the ass and bright orange light enters my solar plexus.  I let, go… I      let   go   ,  let go,  let       go

Lovely dancing spirits, call me to the healing waters to dance and bend and stretch with them.  “Come to the water, Let Go!  Heal with us!   Tell us, what does your body say?”

The heart connection with my tribelets, my dearest friend on the planet or stay home OR mend in quiet repose.  Tears flow through my broken heart.  What should I do?  A good night’s sleep and early morning is full of possibility….

Greeted by the day and a thirsty kitty, kitty wants w-a-t-e-r?  mmmmm-rrrrouuu-water?  I hesitate to creak down pick up the deep blue bowl.  My body screams” noooooooooooooooooooooo  Stay home.  Rest.” it tells me, “Let your heart break, let go of  Letting Go.”

With wings of a yellow-headed blackbird, I send you my news.  Let Go!