I am afraid to think, my thoughts turn into stories.
I will write about you or
the slow Asian lady, who wouldn't look me in the eyes, as she did my nails or
the man who shamelessly stared at me until I got off the bus.
My mind a recorder
of sunny days, lonely nights,
deep silence and noisy neighbors.
Never knowing how these thoughts, images and ideas
will shape shift into words on the page.
Ideas of drinking during the day
to stop the chatter,
only to then think of the time I did
by the pool, in the sun, feeding chickens.
Until finally the fat pen with its smooth gel
is in my hand,
words spilling all over,
sometimes not catching them all.
Taking a deep breath,
look at what my mind stopped on
and go back to what I was thinking
before this explosion.
The Siren, Sibyl and Sage... Life through my musings & my words.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunny side of you...
Never one to let life lead, slow and steady;
always ready to dive in, head first.
Preferring the sunny side of the street;
dim lights that glow and hide tucked corners.
The sweet stickiness of humidity;
bright sun to caramelize skin.
No darkness here;
only gremlins of ego, vanity and fear lurking,
trying to slide through a crack.
This being-ness,
ready or not,
here
I
come.
always ready to dive in, head first.
Preferring the sunny side of the street;
dim lights that glow and hide tucked corners.
The sweet stickiness of humidity;
bright sun to caramelize skin.
No darkness here;
only gremlins of ego, vanity and fear lurking,
trying to slide through a crack.
This being-ness,
ready or not,
here
I
come.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Work in Progress...short story
In the corners of my mind are pieces of me, a field of bruises, bangs and bits. The bulk of my tender bits full of uncharted territory, a solid foundation of dreams. Always in watchful waiting for this un-lived life to burst forth, letting experience flow through, carving its way into the Earth. I remember me, stringing these experiences that together tie this life like Christmas lights, each bulb a click on the open road.
I stop putting myself in harm's way, liberating myself from fear, relied on the kindness of strangers and began a journey of opening as wide as the ocean towards passionate emotions, freedom and curiosity.
Unfazed by life's pains and sorrows, letting go of old habits and unapologetic for swinging through life as a free spirit, I cast circles and weave webs of shards of past lives, present and in the distance. Allowing life to uncoil slowly, a vine making its way up to destination truth.
To be Continued.....
I stop putting myself in harm's way, liberating myself from fear, relied on the kindness of strangers and began a journey of opening as wide as the ocean towards passionate emotions, freedom and curiosity.
Unfazed by life's pains and sorrows, letting go of old habits and unapologetic for swinging through life as a free spirit, I cast circles and weave webs of shards of past lives, present and in the distance. Allowing life to uncoil slowly, a vine making its way up to destination truth.
To be Continued.....
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Sigh of Identity
Guts to go,
faith to grow,
living, day to day, inspired.
Freedom bursting, breathe
light up the Sun inside.
Go! let the air between
be filled with more than
thoughts, fear and circumstance.
Allow the journey to lift you
beyond the ground
into unexplored gloriousness.
Flashes deeper than the way
in which we perceive.
Deep sigh,
wings unfolding.
Self...Freed.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Breathing freedom, part two
Within me are so many stories, ideas, tales of love, power & magic, yet I cannot seem to get one out. I am releasing resistance to all that is preventing me from writing the words that are jumbled in my mind, longing for escape. I ask for help with releasing this fear of my words, fear of what might escape. I am not afraid of anything anymore, except maybe sharks and the depths of the ocean, but I am letting go of anything that is stopping this pen from writing, anything in my mind that is fearful of what I put on the page. I ask for help now, knowing within me is a power greater than any other.
I cannot go on like this anymore. I am a writer, that is what I do, it is my destiny. The Universe knows what I need,desire, dream of and what I am letting go...God guide my hand, my thoughts to my freedom. Since I can remember, I have had this dream locked inside me, now its pushing me, yelling at me to get out, break free- escape.
Freedom of these word within, I hear it, I feel it, I taste it, I am it, a writer! No more holding in, time to fly, let the words fly like the butterfly within me who is ready to land, no more heartache, loneliness, no more fear, only words, beautiful words within my beautiful hand, fingers, paper, heart and mind. My life is ready to be free, to express itself and all that I am is ready for freedom. I am ready to fly, where I land is nobody's business as long as there is a pen in my hand, words in my mind and love in my heart, this is the time to let the writer in me be free.
To be continued.....
I cannot go on like this anymore. I am a writer, that is what I do, it is my destiny. The Universe knows what I need,desire, dream of and what I am letting go...God guide my hand, my thoughts to my freedom. Since I can remember, I have had this dream locked inside me, now its pushing me, yelling at me to get out, break free- escape.
Freedom of these word within, I hear it, I feel it, I taste it, I am it, a writer! No more holding in, time to fly, let the words fly like the butterfly within me who is ready to land, no more heartache, loneliness, no more fear, only words, beautiful words within my beautiful hand, fingers, paper, heart and mind. My life is ready to be free, to express itself and all that I am is ready for freedom. I am ready to fly, where I land is nobody's business as long as there is a pen in my hand, words in my mind and love in my heart, this is the time to let the writer in me be free.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Breathing Freedom
It all started the day I got the High Priestess tattoo on my right forearm. Vivid, alarming, colorful dreams of life, un-lived and the adventures that were caged within me.
Looming over the edge, pondering the things I didn't do, staring into the nothingness.
Kissing beautiful strangers with full, sensuous lips, volunteering in a poverty stricken country, getting married and doing the whole white picket fence thing...blah blah blah....
The hardness of the slabs of gray slate beneath my feet, its cold piercing through the bottom of my shoes. The very edge, blossoming with purple majesty violets and the intoxicating lure of the lilacs calm me as I look over the edge yet again, unafraid and unaware of what I will feel when I jump.
This is it. I am finally going to be free. I know hurt, disappointment, fear and pain like next door neighbors with thin walls, but nothing has prepared me for this moment with my feet hanging on the very edge.
I breathe in air; concentrating, calming, allowing freedom to be so close to me. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want it so bad. The "IT" that manifests itself deep within like a beautiful violet fighting its way out between the cracks.
Looming over the edge, pondering the things I didn't do, staring into the nothingness.
Kissing beautiful strangers with full, sensuous lips, volunteering in a poverty stricken country, getting married and doing the whole white picket fence thing...blah blah blah....
The hardness of the slabs of gray slate beneath my feet, its cold piercing through the bottom of my shoes. The very edge, blossoming with purple majesty violets and the intoxicating lure of the lilacs calm me as I look over the edge yet again, unafraid and unaware of what I will feel when I jump.
This is it. I am finally going to be free. I know hurt, disappointment, fear and pain like next door neighbors with thin walls, but nothing has prepared me for this moment with my feet hanging on the very edge.
I breathe in air; concentrating, calming, allowing freedom to be so close to me. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want it so bad. The "IT" that manifests itself deep within like a beautiful violet fighting its way out between the cracks.
To be continued.....
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