LIghtening UP

Lightening swelled from below

below the concrete floor

of home, of the the belly

Lightening whirled its magic

cutting through thoughts and

items unused, neglected and dusty

Lightening swept away debris

ladened beneath the flowers of spring,

new growth of ideas

It did not sting, hurt nor destroy

It cleansed, fragrant of the storm's purification

It danced easily on the remains of previous activity

and now I dance too, knowing the tendrils of the new 

have a surface upon which to entwine and rise

Falling

Slip sliding away
moss underfoot
 neck of the toes craning the boots

Explicative! 
 slowly reaching
slowly sinking
 in spirits and breath
Down, down, down

Here I am 
in the slow lane
viewing the" mundane" 
in crisp and sharp lights

Life in the slow lane
Sparkles from the glass shards 
shed in haste
Dances with the sun's gaze on
the water dripping from the faucet
in its own pace

Maybe the "to do" lists will be not the same
Maybe the lists cease to exist

Life in the slow lane
More to see
More to hear
More to be present within and without 

As I my body heals and I " rise to the occasion"
my soul will remember 

With grateful heart I return to stillness, even 
in its temporary hurt, in this temporary stillness that 
grows deeper and fuller than I could imagine

Gladness in Sadness

Gladness in Sadness



Sadly I look at circumstances

Gladly I see what surfaces
friends, insights,information from 
the spiritual realm and elsewhere

Sadly I remember I have returned here

Gladly I see that it is simply temporary, that 
resources abound, choices remain and joy and gladness
supersede it all

Sadly I look back to what ifs or expectations

Gladly I remember that intention rises, 
fellowship reigns in abundant inspiration and love

I am Glad….in all things

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