| foundations |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|07:40 am] |
November 13 is my Seattle birthday/anniversary.
Here's to another year of beauty, synchronicity, and change.
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| Spiritual Implosion |
[Nov. 1st, 2009|10:48 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Carter Burwell, Sailing (from Where the Wild Things Are) | ] |
Halloween is a house of mirrors, and I spent it in quiet. Today is Day of the Dead. We commemorate loved ones, but also moments, memories, other versions of ourselves. I am reminded of fall as a spiraling symbol. What patterns are still circling, figure-8 skating? What should stay and what still cries to leave? Reconfigure to transfigure. In my desert hometown, Dia Los Meurtos is quite the event, with a parade and procession that culminates in a burning ceremony and larger-than-life urn.
Here in the Emerald City, water rains
and reigns.
I still burn.
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| full moon |
[Sep. 3rd, 2009|07:27 pm] |
The time is full,
Lessons learned.
patterns spiraled out,
and burnt.
the past is present gold,
alchemist's work.
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| It has been long, and for good reason |
[Aug. 27th, 2009|09:38 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | trust | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | massive attack, 100th window | ] |
transmogrification (plural transmogrifications) - the act or process of being transformed into a different form
This journey is deep, cyclical. I move at a surprising pace, then still. Waters. Every limb expanded and mapped. Blueprints &meridians. Architexture. The cells cry for something- something- understandings must outwardly express. It's happening. I asked for this, I acquiesce.
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| moonsoon |
[Jul. 12th, 2009|11:14 pm] |
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thunder is rapture. |
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| Never-ending water story |
[Jul. 5th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | stephanie kallos | ] |
We took the boat on Lake Union and I've never seen fireworks like that and oh I have no time or space for sentences the sky was loud & dazzling i was a streamofconsciousness there was chaos all around and I stayed silentpure the water speaks and driftting i am unable to make sense of anything but
so much color. |
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| Juniper |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
"Sacred" and "scared" differ only by their placements of a letter.
Perhaps their meanings swim together.
There are acts that take real discipline. I struggle most in this: self-kindness. I'm not talking about indulgence, pity, arrogance, or superficial confidence. I'm talking about the simple, powerful cord that stays aligned regardless of all else. There is a gentleness with real self love, an allowance and purity of flow. There is respect for all emotions, but an art in how to shift them. Real kindness to the self is the feeling of a soft hand, lifting illusory veils and the lie of perfectionism. It examines the raw/grit/pain and the needs that underpin them. There is a willingness to look deeper. Love deeper. And when the smaller self is found, the only reaction is Be not afraid to glow.
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| June bloom |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|09:14 am] |
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| | mermaid | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | water | ] |
The first of the month always makes me feel hopeful.
The energy of Gemini is beautiful. I have never been one to follow the superficial summaries of signs, but prefer to interpret for myself. For me Gemini is the sign for alchemy, and the fusing together of polar opposites. It is about harmony. As an air sign, it is also about flight. Movement. As my ascendant, "the twins" has special meaning for me.
I am in the process, as I always will, of self-integration. The old aspects of self must merge with the new, to create the most accurate portrait of "now." My patterns, ways of thinking, coping mechanisms- these are all communicative gifts. I saw this, particularly this weekend. And who I am becoming only applauds my past self, embraces her with love, and runs fast into the light.
I went swimming this morning. Somehow it makes everything ok. |
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| shapeshifters |
[May. 31st, 2009|11:25 pm] |
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Healing weekend. To love is never to have lost. When the heart breaks, it is easy to think of it as a permanent injury, a fracture beyond repair. But the story never ends, you know. Cast changes, perhaps, but love is the best production. For now, I sit in the box seat, in a top hat, gloves, and blue tuxedo. I watch, write, and listen. |
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| the puget grounds |
[May. 12th, 2009|05:08 pm] |
I am headed to the Flight of the Conchords show, but first to spend some time at the downtown waterfront. I'm in the mood for Steamer's fish and chips, and some moments with the sea. Seattle, you're a very good friend. Thanks for taking care of me.
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| non-cents |
[May. 8th, 2009|11:49 pm] |
It has been said that three days is the milestone.
Three days of breathing and believing.
That a routine, a drug, a person, stimulus
it what you need to get through
before the movement finds some sense.
sandpaper minutes, hours raw
as you sink your teeth in change.
Or maybe it's like Jesus.
First day you die..,
Second, you study death.
Third, you resurrect.
Today is my third day.
Full moon in Scorpio...
I've never felt more blessed.
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| May Day |
[May. 5th, 2009|11:52 pm] |
My relationship ended on Cinco De Mayo. I will have more to say on this when I am not resting in shock.
It is strange, this mixture of sadness, relief, and power.
I love myself too much to let my mind turn mean.
Relentless is this flow
my heart is ever-flexible |
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| mill your seconds |
[Apr. 25th, 2009|11:20 am] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | El Parro Del Mar, From the Valley to the Stars | ] |
It occurs to me that vulnerability is power.
It doesn't mean that when you fully give yourself or open completely to another
you invite future cruelty or doom...
It's an inner ease. That no matter what the outcome
You are Love. And so love must, and will, find you again.
It means that even if you DO meet heart-break,
That whatever the slice of Life, whatever the outcome,
you are ALWAYS free.
Your heart continues to beat.
My heart belongs to me.
And then I offer that full flow
to all my beloved ones.
So know this.
Your life is always unfolding into Beauty, if you let it.
I speak this from a place of knowing, not wishing
And I'm living beyond theory.
I speak from a place of knowing what it's like
when you nearly die of pain, and have to work to keep breathing.
Transformation can happen in an instant.
In one brilliant second.
So I say to you,
You are Love.
Your cells and atoms cannot help
but BE.
And the secret is,
It never leaves.
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| stage light |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|07:09 am] |
The sun is for breath taking.
coming through my three windows,
I am spot-lit with gold.
Theater of the morning sky,
thank you for this show. |
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| Water to wine |
[Apr. 12th, 2009|01:33 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | easter bunny hop trails | ] |
Moments are strung pearls. I wear them, I am them. Even as a person who uses words so intimately, I find I cannot describe moments that are beyond description. How does one explain ecstasy? Levels of joy and fluttering light? I do what I can, which is to hint. Point a finger at your dreams, my dreams, which call you when you're listening, and thrash you when you're not. Life force(s) movement always, absolutely. Bless all of your emotions. If you're sad, shake hands with your depression. Hug your anger. It's leading you, it's shifting you. All indicators, all communication to your dreams, your needs. You are all so beautiful.
So, I have to tell you a story.
My lover and I were at a wine-tasting and we got busted for arm wrestling.
We tried to hide our joy, our ridiculousness behind the glasses, but a man came up and asked us who won. Then he invited us back to act as referees, for future "battles behind the wine." We thought he was our assigned waiter, as he served only us. Then the charming lad who worked there let us know the peppered haired-man of elegance was his father-in-law and the owner.
It is crazy how many people I amuse without effort. People I know and innocent strangers! All giggling victims! My partner does too, and when we are together, it is double the fun and triple the laughter.
So if you start seeing a trend at wine shops, with arm-wrestling patrons,
you'll know the cause ;)
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| Ducklings & Swans |
[Mar. 27th, 2009|01:17 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Delerium mixes | ] |
Spring is here. I can see it in the way the sun dominates the fog. Morning secrets. Subtly, the air is lighter and even in cold, has buoyancy. Everything around me is shifting. My skin can barely contain this expansion, but it must. Beauty is not easy on the eyes, nor any of the senses. It's not supposed to. There is difficulty in beauty, grains of shine I would not trade for anything. Because it only gets better. I work with some truly lovely people, tw(h)o of which make me shake with gigglery each day. That or they hurt-so-good me, surprising me with chair massage. Oh how I love the Captain and the Russian. |
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| Green beans! |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|11:55 am] |
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Happy St. Patrick's Day! I walk into my building today to find the director and assistant director sporting bright green berets. The whimsy in the air is overwhelming ;) Immediately, I am ordered to wear one and to also consume a root beer float during, as the fixings are provided in the staff lounge. I am stylish and keen. |
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| It's that time |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|06:25 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sweet aplomb. | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Rob Dougan, Born Yesterday | ] |
Get your water boots on...
it's time to flow,
ethereally orange amber
secrets within indigo.
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