maybe it was the republicans shooting toxins into the water this week but those of us who are intuits had a very strange week
yes. there was strangeness around us. i convened with the poets yesterday and apparently wednesday was the pivot day. we each shared our tales. blinking at each other as we realized we all felt it.
i shared a deeper realization of myself as spirit no longer as dependent upon this body to be it's container maybe i was shape shifting and didn't realize it
my heart wound finally sealed over. that's the past. simple as that. he's just not that into you, as berger once said for any 'sex and the city' afficiandos out there toya are you reading? yes. it's manna.
but my time with these seers helped me feel centered... reminded me of how much words actually mean the value of friendship maybe these are the significant others. the combrogos. the companions.
i research prayers to isis looking for temples in the united states i hear a river. i see stars. lumination. illumination. remembering. re-membering.
Currently
listening
:
Don't Do Anything
By
Sam Phillips
Release date: 2008-06-02
ok. i have attempted to stay away from political discussion for quite a while now. haven't i been good?
but then this RNC mess started i attempted to watch night 1 and thought i was going to suffer a massive stroke from listening to these people who obviously have not one finger's tap on the reality of the human condition
i couldn't bring myself to watch night 2... but did treat myself to sarah palin's speech. sweet isis.
it should not be a shock that the republicans continue to degrade and insult grass roots community workers as they are people who have no concern for anyone except for those who run multi-million dollar corporations oil companies and right wing preachers who help spread their agenda
secondly, i find it hysterical that they continue to harp on barack obama's comment about clutching to guns and bibles... while as they fight back...they clutch and prove the point
i also find it a laughable point of interest that they are so rattled by barack obama's intellect and his refusal to play their political games they are like children in a sandbox upset because no one else wants to play with them
i would much rather have a president who has authored two memoirs and no major legislation than one who has created a war that has killed thousands of people cost us billions of dollars and accomplished absolutely nothing
and the joke about healing the country? well, all i can say is we are certainly in need of a healing and if the only thing that comes from barack obama is a good boost of morale and a reminder of what america is supposed to be about then i'll take it
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band rehearsal last night our first in over a year it felt like a family reunion a few changes but the energy was perfect
my girls and i --i maintain-- are a reality show waiting to be shown
the songs and i felt very different i have shifted and accessing the place is requiring a different kind of focus
singing the love songs is no longer an idealistic experience it is muddy...and there are slopes and i wrestled with going there
i have loved but had only dreamed of the great love prior to this year it has come and gone there is bittersweetness in the memory but the song requires that i conjur that experience re-member it as the words course relish the joy and the pain act as a funnel for them to flow through re-member them piece by piece
out on a limb took me someplace as it always does and i saw butterflies in the corners of my mind and i refused to open my eyes until the last note that i wanted to hold forever because it was in that place that i smelled my beloved and i felt enveloped in the fire of the stars i wondered... do you hear me?
mental notes as i sang i have homework, i told my girls
there is a lesson that i realized and re-membered at coffee with a longtime friend this am that it is a blessing to have found and loved the great love --however temporarily--than to have never known it at all
but we laughed and cut up and i gave lots of hugs to these girls who have been with me so long they just know what i'm going to do
coffee with a friend this am --venti cafe mocha, to be exact-- a friend that i have known since i was 12 he has been a mentor and friend to me knowingly and unknowingly and we mused over the theology of love i saw a gleam of pride in his eyes as he looked at me and i hoped he saw the adoring glint in mine as i realized that we have journeyed for 20 years now
greg and rebecca sparks live life arrived in the mail this week and children, it is a required purchase i have listened to them since they were found free then bash n the code, then greg and rebecca sparks and now, simply, the sparks. buy it. yes and amen.
plumbing issues made for an odd day at work yesterday stinky, stinky, stinky
i came home exhausted watched bill clinton deliver an incredible speech caught up the night before and saw hillary's speech
got a message that i didn't have to do the 6 am call this am so i have an extra hour or so to toy with so i blog
in my mind's eye i shape shift and curl up with a friend who is hurt the pain is palpable wounds induced by words i call upon the fire of the stars to mend them and wonder why people are so cruel
my dog is happy to see me her tail wags and she jumps happily barking and wiggling over to me i rub her belly and she swoons is this unconditional love?
i watch this video on my iPOD and think that perhaps, this is joy.
i wake to day 3 of the rain overcast and breezy i am in wonder at the release in the air: no pressure, no humidity
memphis calls i wonder what is ahead patsy says more inspiration and i am inclined to agree
i remember a carride there just before new year 05 with midori and we spent a day celebrating stax, civil rights and bbq i came home and began writing 'the muse'
every single event of this year has led me to this one i am grateful to the cast of characters who helped put all of this in motion
i had a magdalen experience last night remembering maeve in the passion of mary magdalen apart from her beloved and not understanding why but knowing that every moment was preparing her for the greater works
i remember my own words i must wear my heart on my sleeve... keep my fingers crossed...believe
the whys resound isis has not answered but i know she is helping me remember as i am being re-membered
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we share subsequent stories of love and patterns theology and humor over dragon and fuji rolls vegetable tempura and wine
we gotta live with the agony and the glory we state, determinitely
creative comradarie poet to poet seer to seer we craft our experiences prepare them for the sharing
we share music and exchange ideas visions and dreams for a moment i think i know what it must have been like on tir na mban
we thirst for community not just any ole community but one that relishes the richness of language, melody lines and free thinking with no isms, regulations or genres
maybe we should say that we would like to live on the island of be
Currently
listening
:
My Genesis
By
Monique Walker
Release date: 2008-08-26
the week of my greatest heartbreak was also the week of my greatest discovery
i went to library to pick up terry mcmillian's disappearing acts as i needed something to read in between viewings of waiting to exhale and the spine of a book caught my eye as i walked the aisles of the library
the passion of mary magdalen by elizabeth cunningham
i was intrigued and picked up the stocky book checked it out and took it home
i began this part-time job the following week and it became a part of my lunch break routine from the first word i knew that this was more than just some random book i had picked up... this was... divine appointment
it is the story of heartbreak tragedy, the great love redemption, reunion separation, healing reconciliation and the universal road to purpose
it is the chronicle of the call the call that i have so wrestled with the call that at moments seems to require so much but the call that is in affect even (or especially?) in the most heart wrenching moments
i am on my fourth re-read of this book (i finally gave the library their copy back and bought my own) and it is highlighted and underlined like a bible
my encounter with this book reminds me of the lead character's discovery of the call of isis on her life there are no accidents and it has led my on my own journey with isis the mother of all, mistress of the living and dead ruler of wind and water builder of ships, guide of the planets queen of the stars, star of the sea giver of grain
she reminds me to find the god in people just as i daily seek to remember the god in myself
and as i breathe in the details she reminds me that a story is true... if it is well told...
