Stung....
Category: Writing and Poetry

So how long have I been up here? What day is it now?

I've lost track….Yesterday was hot and working with a sinus infection I over did it. After my shower, I laid down and fell fast asleep. I vaguely remember being called to dinner, vaguely remember begging off…and the next thing I knew I was waking up to a gorgeous sunrise outside my window.

This morning the dew in the valley was almost absent and it was wonderfully cool…I picked blueberries while the leaves and grass were still heavy and wet. I had to go deep within the bushes and down low amongst the weeds to find any caches of ripe berries….but I found them hiding…..the infection is taking it's toll.... I still had the raspberries to pick…

I picked raspberries with Hector, hanging on every word of his like the last important utterance I'd ever hear from a human…he spoke of varieties, and pruning, and rain and how we need to harvest the nut trees…..there just aren't enough hours in the day or enough years in a lifetime….

I was tired and needed some time alone, my mind set on going to the cabin to write. I made my excuses for dinner, packed my backpack with essentials (music,wine,notebook,candles)I was well prepared for quite the lovely evening.

….I walk/hike to the cabin, spread my wares in a cozy spot on the back porch when I am attacked by a swarm of motherfuckingyellowjackets…..I was stung no less than 15 times. They were either attracted to or angered by the scent of my shampoo.  The bastards kept getting tangled up in my hair. They stung my head , they stung my face…my neck and arms. They really pissed me off.

But I was determined to enjoy my evening…

After the buggers settled back into their nest, I made mine at the other end of the porch…writing was out.  All my ideas from the day had instantly vanished with the swatting and the stinging and the cussing….

So…I put on the headphones. I have a habit of singing with. I figured I'm in a secluded, remote valley….no one to sing to other than the squirrels and the coons and the whatevers…..so here I go, headphones turned up as loud and the player goes, singing with wild abandon…and along the creek come two hikers…. SHIT.

They said they were hiking along the ridge and heard singing and wanted to see where it was coming from. DAMN. Can't a girl just sing in the woods? Of course I invited them up and we chatted and they were nice kids. They had hiked in and now it was dark so we walked out with my flashlights and I gave them a ride back to HardScrabble Road where they had parked their car….quite the eventful evening….

But still….no matter where you go. There they are.

Currently listening : To Survive By Joan as Police Woman Release date: 2008-06-10

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Standing at the Crossroad
Category: Writing and Poetry

I can't seem to put my finger on it
The reason I am drawn so
To this place
To these people
To the earth they tend
I wonder though
If I have the courage
To leave
All I've created
In my tidy little world
To seek a greater challenge
To live more simply
And become a part
Of something
Larger than myself

Currently listening : Narrow Stairs By Death Cab for Cutie Release date: 2008-05-13

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Departure....
Category: Writing and Poetry

Currently listening : Exit Strategy of the Soul By Ron Sexsmith Release date: 2008-07-08

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Hidden Springs
Category: Writing and Poetry

Demons retreat
Burning
As morning fog
Lifts
Giving way
To
Day
Heavy dew
Plays heart strings
Solemn, quiet, true
While mind
Plays tricks
As best laid plans
Falter
And I am left here
Wanting the unknown
Understanding the need
To pay attention
As the window of
Opportunity
Opens
Wide

Currently listening : Viva La Vida By Coldplay Release date: 2008-06-17

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Feeding My Soul
Category: Writing and Poetry

Music pours into my being
My drug of choice
Feeding all that's good inside
Curing all that ails
Aligning wrong to right
Staff of life
Escaping
Voices in my head
Continually
Telling me lies
Relegating me to try
Much to hard
To be
Just me

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Flames
Category: Writing and Poetry

The Candle burns
White hot
Bright
Like Desire
A flickering glow
Painting patterns
On walls
Branding
Hearts
With memories
That give minds
Wings
To grow

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Stumbling
Category: Writing and Poetry

Dancing to the music

Currently listening : Luck of the Draw By Bonnie Raitt Release date: 1991-06-25

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Scattering Moments

Please,
Don't say you love me
I cannot bear
The burden
Of your heart
I'm still in pieces
And all I have to offer are 
…fragments
Of my heart
…but I'll love you
As much as I can
In the scattered moments
We share

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Sleeping, Dreaming, Waking....
Category: Writing and Poetry

Cloaked in claret
Dreaming
Of wanting
I wake
Alone
Yet
Continue
To believe

Oh lover
Come softly
Wake me
From this
Solitary dream

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Bird’s Song
Category: Writing and Poetry

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