Wednesday, February 28, 2007

the wind is makin' me hungry (or just crazy)


winds come, stretching out time and laying it underneath the sunshine to heal. thoughts wander between blowing branches and dust to wonder, still, about every step. intent and unconscious decisions guide me blindfolded through rolling hills to an unknown, but sworn, promise. my tummy growls, but it is my mind that is hungry! always searching out...always looking within...for more pieces of this puzzle, more vitality, more creation, more peace, more time to linger in those soft pockets of candle lit clarity. i sigh with breath made up half from contentedness and half of desire. perhaps, it is tinged, as well, with the inevitable uncertainty that is the root of all questions. i raise my face to the moment and my glass to the toast! with shy trust i keep moving forward, with blind faith i keep growing. to do my best to be of this beautiful light flowing through all that is, i vow. for a minute i almost let myself awaken to hear the mountains whisper across the miles that i am still the daughter, the mother, and the crone~

Saturday, February 17, 2007

i forget


funny how great ideas always show up in clusters for me...one moment i am stoned stupid and staring at the wall and the next i suddenly know the answers, or at least the questions(which are sometimes more revealing in themselves than the answers they propogate)...spending so much time trying to decide what it is that i want to do i forget that i'm doing it and as i learn to look at the ground beneath my feet i can feel the sky eversomuch more...still, i do tend to get vision locked on the moon...but, projects rise like the sun on an ellipse that always lands right back in my lap before picking up velocity and orbitting back out into the universe again, to change shape and size once again and show up transformed to reflect me back to myself...anyhow, the leaves are falling as i type, the trees get chilled without their jackets, but the sun knows this and shines extra warm...the raindrops left from this morning have all been absorbed back up into the earth and sky and i think i'll have a second cup of joe

on some days memories are like little kids with muddy feet leaving footprints all over the kitchen when they come in...a good day for reading in a sun puddle while the crisp air slides around...dawgs snore and music plays, but today all i do is stare at the ceiling and wonder