Resounding the Bells

 Ship
 Cow
"To Dinner"

Purposefully perfect with patina
Working through the weathered ages and worn hands
Calling to the horizon, hills and heart

The bells

Ready for Action in their stillness
Ready for Rest in their movement

Resounding
This moment..... the next

Supportive Remembrance

Many of you know of the loss of my spouse 8 years ago.  Many things have changed and many different paths were woven for myself and my daughters.   Inspiration from creative activities, whether dance, poetry, art or travel have been healing modalities for us in our loss.

Remembrance of our loved ones often spins us into the past, forgetting our own progress and forgetting our resilient nature.   Remembrance using items of our loved ones is supportive way to treasure yourself and your loved one. It also reduces the clutter and unnecessary things.

This weekend at Scott's Antique Mart in Atlanta I meet two bright and engaging women from a business they call CRAZY BELT LADY.   Their work is pristine, bright and happy like them.   When I saw their belt weaving I couldn't but think what a great way to repurpose loved ones belts into a functional item.  What a great way to gift someone as well.  Flowers last for a while, but how about a footstool or bar stool to prop yourself or friend upon?????

Their website is www.CrazyBeltLady.com . They will work with you on custom design.. Maybe a wall hanging would be your inspiration.  Maybe a cover for a photo album.  Maybe integration of yours and your loved ones belts!!!!!!   Co create.... Re purpose and Celebrate living....

These ladies are not crazy they are heartfelt craftsmen with insightful talent... Take a peak, give them a call, they would love to create with you!!!!

Rain'n Down

Shallow waters
line the street
Rain'n crystals
from heaven
Dashing lighting
spun from clouds

Stepping sideways
brushed with strokes
of grace
I laugh
I remember my childhood,
my father's face

Dear Susan

 May 8th, 2013


Dear Susan

You forgot but a moment
of sacredness within not without

You forgot but a moment
that your body was you
not you within your body

You forgot but a moment
that Susan means lilly
within the fields clothed by
God in all circumstances

You forgot but a moment
that your significance within the Holy One,
the Universe was as important as the others
whose feet you wash

Take this moment to remember who
you re, within and without yourself
Holy to to Thyself and The World

Commonwealth

Sustained by each other 
Unlimited by physical distance
We bind ourselves with others in hope
and fore casted futures

We network to create grand results
Yet within common time and with common people

Creating wealth in daily conversation, thoughts and action
The uncommon, perfect result of Love incarnate

Catalogue

Reviewing my life

I remember only pieces
Projecting value and price paid
For experiences and relationships

Catalogue past 
Your choices at your fingertips
No need to wait , it arrives at your doorstep
already prepaid

Recycling the catalogue
Living in the instant acquisition
Instant delivery of what is desired
Thoughts bring them effortlessly to me

Essence

sulpher seizes the moment

things suddenly change
wafting from the stem
a swirling spinning cloud dances


it gently raises its head
farther than my hand can reach
pursuing greater heights
a task perceived with ease


the dance is aromatic
mesmerizing in rhythm
considering nothing but its escape
expansion engulfs its being

seizing this moment
sweetness fills the cavity
of a soul recognizable
it is you and it is me



wafting from our oneness
swirling in our dance
and expanding our essence
we light the fire
 never extinguished

Fog

 

The fog lifts

My breath gets clearer

The shimmer of sun , crisp underfoot alights and delights

My existence

The hovering and shadowing of family as the legions of

Angels sing and dance close by

Awaiting my mental shift 

I long for my marching orders again

When I will  I feel you breathing  more and more life into me

I am reminded of these little things so grand, so pure

I am reminded of the people and things I cherish in the silvery fog  

The important things remain, Love, Forgiveness and
Gratitude

Full Moon

The Fullness of the Moon

Embracing the Light

Reflecting your brightness

And transitioning effortlessly

Release the unnecessary

Reclaim your Essence

Pure of Spirit and Deep in Love

Slippery Surfaces

You slipped from your past
and I the same

Slippery surfaces remain
but greater peace appears
with grace

Second guessing the power
of now
I mold chaotic scenes
into a coffin of lumpy dried out clay

The breath and life
of this moment is sweet
is pure and easily formed

Have I too long strangled
the moments, thinking
that  was living ? Fighting the now
with What If's or Not enough?

I awaken today
to accept this peace
this moment
this now and to
accept the love that flows to me

It is a priveledge

May I learn to tenderly
hold these moments
To let them birth without
restrictions
To let them flow like the river
that splashes and dances with each
obstacle it encounters

Thank you for slipping from your
past
to meet me here

Excising Grief: Keep abreast of it

This note today is not about interior design of your home, of space planning for activities or color to enhance your lifestyle. This is about good old grief.

How long do you hold onto it?
How might it affect your personal health?
How can you keep tabs on it in relation to other things in your life?

This February is a big month for me.  No, not the anniversary of the death of my spouse or father or other relative.  No, it is not the fact that I am single again this Valentine's day.
This month I have choices to make that appeared from nowhere. I did not view or consider them on the horizon.  Like the loss of a loved one and am rebounding from the information.


I have been diagnosed with breast cancer.  Not me, my head and heart echoed.  But yes.  Six months ago I was cancer free.  Now my body is working hard to defend itself from an invader.  Grief invades too.   Most of us have felt that invasion of grief into our lives, into our choices and into our dreams.

Metaphysically speaking, the left side of the body is the receiving side or female  Metaphysically speaking the location of the tumors are in a part of the breast aligned with self esteem issues.  Another part of the breast in associated with abandonment issues.  Does this make sense?  Does this even matter?

I have used this as a tool to assess what have I held onto in my grief journey.  Have I diminished my thought of usefullness and importance because my role of wife, mother and daughter has drastically changed?   Have I felt all alone too much of the time and not accepted or received the outreach of others?

What I know it this, I am grieving for a part of my body that I will relinguish, but this time in grief I know the gains.  The gains of compassion are one and maybe this time more compassion for myself!  The gains of unexpected and new personal relationships and the discovery of a new us in all of it erupts from grief as well.

In your grief, where is it carried in your body? Mine was deep in my left breast,  close to my heart.  It is not the reason my body has created these foreign cells , but it calls me to look at grief on a different level.  It is causing me to view how I can support myself and accept support from others.   We are a community of souls working as a whole.  We often forget our relationship to others in grief and feel our function in life lost.


I am thankful that my body gave me this heads up.   I am thankful for health providers that remind us of preventative care.   Grief, it shows up in all forms, but it can provide us  with that gentle reminder of self care.   We have often cared so much for others, it is now our time.

This Valentine's day I will be solo but thankful of what grief brings up, namely opportunities to improve our relationship with ourselves and others.  It is unexpectedly beautiful.  Happy Valentine's Day.

Certainty in Unbelief

My body is fighting against itself
It knows its function
It doesn't know good or bad
It judges not
It does its job, in a timely manner

My body remembers painful memories
that I long ago forgot
It protects me the way it can
burying the pain deep within , far from the surface
It does it job, in a timely manner

My body never ceases
to pump, produce and continually
renew at its optimum level
using what I put into it
Food and food for thought
It does its job, in a timely manner

I thank my body today
For being like my loyal dog
Sheltering me from what I may not see
Defending me when I forget to be prepared

I thank my body today
For raising a red flag
that it knew I would see
and allowing me to find the    courage and love to tag along
on its next course of action

I thank my body today
For showing me the path and growth
need not be black and white
right or wrong

No more fights within or without
I thank my body

For the Man

This is for the man
That sits on the picnic table
Writing so neatly
Exuding such peace

This is for the man
That delicately holds his pen
Perfecting each blackened word
On his lined paper day after day

This is for the man
That lingers for hours
Shifting only slightly
As beach people drag their kayaks and baskets
endlessly beside him


This is for the man
That I imagine is writing his life
his dreams out for his grandchildren
and great grandchildren

This is for the man that picked
this daily writing spot
a sacred place in the sun and shade
for truth to light upon the paper
for hands to set it free
and for memories to fly from mind
to hand

I tried to stop my steps on several days
as I passed you
to ask what you may be writing
to bask in the art of zen-like creativity
and capture for myself the magic in you

I will not say where you write
I hope to come again and see you
This time I will ask to sit with you
Serve you a cup a tea and a smile

If you are not there
May I sit at your spot?
May I sip inward your words
so peacefully carved out upon
this picnic table?

One more question for you
Why does the rough cord bind the legs of
the table?  Does it represent the the tottering of
thoughts?  The resilence of time? The care of others
to preserve words, thoughts and places to sit? Or is
it a special signal for other writers to see, to know
grace and letters fall freely here?

For you,  the man that writes on the beach
on the picnic table
in the sun
You brightened my days there
May that table continue to brighten yours