singing our song

my sense is that even the simplest song can hold power....one just arose in me while i sat here, knitting...it began as a question, is this a song...and it sounded like a song...so i think even though no one but myself heard it, it moved through the deep sea of the ocean we can't see for we are it. back to knitting...and singing...to myself, to the ocean. it all began when i noticed just this breathing....in and out....a celebration of being breathed....as a song.

the inspiration was a song i heard from Dr Estes
the painting i made feeling toward a new form/song while living in Germany in 2009

The prince is dead

A no longer wanted ornament
The Frog Prince
crushed under foot


Symbolic
Intentional

Daily wakening

sat up
yes
it was time
to sit up.

start the day when you are awake
start the real practice when you awaken
who awakens?
what awakens?

clarity invites more clarity

no one is wrong or right
it is more than that
more complex,
diverse,
great, really.
simple
unconditioned.

the duality rests
you land in the heart again.

everything
will return to its source
he said.
the attraction to do so
is innate,
primordial,
before and after form.

Baking

a pie like coming together
apples and blueberries
cinnamon and ginger
held, i hope
by flour and butter.

butter and flour
palms of the beloved's hands
offering some sweet fruit
to love's own tongue.

Creation awaits

sometimes
there is no word
available or known
a feeling is only what is

tears and stopping
feel kiss flow
feel kiss
feel
feel
kiss with breath
feel
feel
Breathe
as a kiss

lighter than a moment before
pushing through isn't what is called for.
the old patterns rising
wearing out, thinning
fearing the unknown,
their death and freedom

so human
walk with
not away from.

closer,
creation awaits
mean it.
as if for the first time.

Timolol

Clasping the bridge of my nose
I fall into silence,
Feeling mother.

Morning prayer

carrying water

Weeding
Tending
Seeing

 what has grown,

 blossomed

Daily.

Listening for Wonder

Direction inward
Listening for Wonder

Recognizing a form or mark that speaks for me in a space that is unfamiliar.

When I look at my surroundings I feel order and beauty
Endless forms in precision

I'm too awestruck by what Nature presents to try to paint it. It overwhelms me.  I used to be able to sort it out, the feeling response and what was seen.

Now I am in new territory.
There is precision that arises.
There is something natural that holds it all together.

this willingness to let what is within unfold will be my guide.

ache

i would write you a love letter
if i could feel
that love
 embraces
everything