new music page

Well you ve seen a bit of my art,
and you ve read some of my words
now would you give  a listen to my new music page?
My URL: myspace.com/mitechilde

i hope in the listening to the song and story tales, it prompts you to imaginings, and
laughter and the realization
that in all the inbetweens of our lives
there is much
richness and beauty ,
life is a gift,
and we have but now.
peace be yours,
and thank you. dawn.

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grey days

o such grey days,
blankets upon me for months here.
sunshine doesnt peek through im in a fog
well im on a river, and she has many faces as do i.
katie mine
do you remember all the times on the bed?
my bed, i sit there painting or playing music
or reading books or writing
on my bed.
and the bed is surrounded by books, and paints, and writing desk and alot of art and miscellany.
a world of my own?
well somehow in this grey
these years and months and days of grey
ive connected with the pulse of eternity.
for creating comes fluidly,
and in heaps and bounds within the room that is for bed and for more
remember do you?
times we lit the kerosene lamp and read each night?
story tales
and we bid each other dear sweet dreams
until we glimpsed again the morning light
we greeted each day with certain wonderment
as in today as mergansers skim together over the water whistling as they fly
and geese are pairing up two by two, on the riverside
and an eagle stands on the islands shore,
and rain she sprinkles circular drops upon the water, and clouds of steele grey and whitish hue of grey are reflected on her surface,
and there is song
so this is my wish daily for you
you tap into the creative,
and you hear the song
and while youre at it
dear girl of mine
YOU BE THE SONG
here i write,
on a grey cold day, with sprinkles of rain at thirty seven degrees farenhiet.

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ah the flowers, and our passing days

it is the day of the first spring sighting of a butterfly.
a butterfly flittered before me, and the eagles seem to be
quite active today
and yesterday in a conservatory, as i went to find repose in the
surroundings of beautious flower burst of colour and aroma,
i started a conversation with another soule there,
and she and i marveled over the blossoming bromeliads, lilly,bougenvilla,
fig, orchids, bird of paradise,
anthuriums, calamundons, fuschia, begonia, cacti, all shapes and sizes
and textures and colours.
ah, beauty
and as it was and as i seems so serendipitously so,
being an open soule that pays attention, and remembers much,
i looked again at she
and said,
are you Jan?
here in the big town near me,
stood  a woman i had spoken with two times ten years ago.
she also an artist.
her eyes grew wide
o yes, how do you know me?
i dont forget.
i ve spoken to you when i worked in an art gallery.
you lived behind the local library then, you had a lovely garden
and her eyes welled up with tears
o yes the garden, i love to garden and i so love flowers.
arent they beautiful?
ive had  a hard time of it lately she said.
and i listened.
her father has recently passed on, and she was found to have a brain tumor
and tommorrow she will have surgery.
what words could i say to encourge her?
o in the garden there.
words and woes exchanged.
but you know as i have come to see in full clarity,
we have but now.
and love will carry us
and love will carry her on the morrow.
spring.
everyday there is beauty and suffering
every day there is a plenty and those in need.
o open thy selves up to giving and full living
yes the flowers are beautiful
and i have told her i will plan to be with her  in  the summer time to picnic right there, in the gardens .
i hope it will be so.

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twas a sunday morning at that

the sun shone down on the river rolling towards the sea
and i and he
the only ones upon the sidewalk early crack of dawn
and i not withholding a hello,
paused and talked
any good news, as he was in a  bench reading the newspaper,
any good news?
NO not a thing
oops.
when i m sitting here looking in the want ads,
and the middle class flounders,
as houses are foreclosed and i lost mine
with my life then leaving me,
and i am here in this town looking for a job
no good news.
but then
we began to talk beyond that and i was able to give
him words of encouragement, the local catholic shelter was full
now for a week, where was he to go?
he didnt know of job service,
he was fit of body, he was willing he wanted a job.
job service,
and then to tell him how many lives i ve lived in this life
how many re writes , how many times a door was closed and i flew out a window.
metaphors, parables,
smiles came
a laugh.
then he thanked me for i told him i would carry him in prayer thought ...
i havent smiled forever, thank you.

now, the question
was i there along the river just to help him see that we all go through desparity
and we can come to the other side?
was i there to enjoy the sunrise with he?
this beautiful man with round cheeks, bright eyes, fit body, this beautiful man
also once a child , as i.
was i there for reason?
i was
and was i ever ready
i am
why? i live by love
and when any thing comes,
love doth carry us, with action and words.
when this is realized, the nations will be healed.
i then  walked towards the church and wanted to light a candle
but
i had no five dollars,
not a thing in my pocket

but i knew the cry of the heart is worth far more.
is it not?

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eyes that will not turn aside

eyes that will not turn away

tis a place where compassion stays.

and where are you going o child with fast stride

o i am going far and wide

i m going the direction my heart does call

i hear the voice  of wonder.

o wonder is about and all around

wonder is painted on the sky and the ground

wonder is written in the faces of all

and i couldnt feel grander if i were at a dancing ball

o

eyes that see so clearily, that will not turn aside

o alleys are dark and some are deep but i

will look and smile towards they that make

their home there today

and workers are laden with heavy loads

working at five a m

and they shuffle to the grocery store at four

to purchase their evening fill

o what will give the world back its wonder

for us all

turn not my eyes aside i wont

for if i do i will fall

fall into dispassion fall into a pit

i dont want to do it i wont like it

i will look and i will see

there s a reason i m hear with my joyful melody

o eyes that look about and see

sometimes it does hurt me

but i do not cast my eyes aside

for there isn't a reason at all to hide

o eyes that see so much about wonder and

loveliness

can also see the hurt of the world and i really don't

like it

but i then listen to the beyond,

i will like they at the neighboring pond

sing a song of joy to spread

and help when i can to lend some bread

o man doth not live on bread alone

sometimes it may be a talk on the phone

it may be a hug

it may be a shrug

it may be a listening ear

o and really and right

with all of my might

i will not cast my eyes aside

for the heart of mine is opened wide

o love

sweet love

dwelleth within

to give without

and i sing with a shout o live

live with thankfulness

o nary you find

yourself wondering why and having a sigh

o this is but now and now is over and over again in a lifetime

of seeing.

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eyes that come to see

eyes that have seen
and how it came to be....

little child you shall come now

into the world and much you will endure

and for what reason

it will often be not known

but it will be shown

enough was given in good measure

to withstand

all the trials

and in the trials

you will come to walk upon water

o you will drink much of many cups

and spill some you will

and some will be bitter

other will be sweet nectar,

others you will share in great joy or in the necessary.

the timing will be yours to choose

or as the great scheme so desires

you will come to walk through flames of fire

and you will not be singed

it will come to draw the scales away from your eyes

o you will be born with eyes clear

but with time

events will come to swamp over you

as the well seems to come dry

it will not

there will be a wellspring

were ere you turn

for others may come to scorn and mock

and try to take your song

but nay

it is eternal

and so are you

winds will come and not knock you down

they will gather you together with all the ancients and again

as dew kisses your early morning,

birds song will accompany you

and you

will walk in melodies

rapturous

some will hear

others

can not

they choose not

you will be born over and over again

in one lifetime

for newness of life is given each day

 awaken at the prana

the wave of awareness

four am

listen

feel

the harmony all about you

the trees stand in great testimony

and the rivers run as in your veins

rain will come down and you will be washed

and cleansed and nurished

your eyes will see

there is beauty abounding

and it starts with each miraculous beat of a heart

infintisamal .

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eyes that see

have i loved too deep?
o i think not,
for often tho the heart has been hurt
i will not forsake love
for love has strengthened and enlarged me
lifted me and carried me through

love has been a wave of the ocean bringing me across
many boundries
 i will not fear in love
to love is eternal

we all wrestle with what is and what is not
the veil is just before us, we decide to lift or nay
we lift, we touch eternity
we are in the mists of the sky
to stay behind we are in a fog that clouds true realities

ah, look up look around about and see,
come out of the shadows.

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Sundays jot and tittle

the beat of the heart,
 from the very start, the tiny beat that is our internal rhythm.
the beat of the heart.
what then sparks our very being daily,
and are we guided by such in an awareness of what a gift this life is?
i nearly died two weeks ago, a freak thing internally and the doctors wondered how it was i was even standing.
but i was, guided deeply by an inner will and external internal gift of love
separating myself from the pain, giving no credence to what would bring me down
i went forward ready for what ever that came another wave to ride
i nearly died?
it was last year my brother phoned gasping for air, his heart was failing. he was in need of a heart valve replacement at fourty six, and had had such an operation fourteen years ago. i spoke with him daily to encourage him as he had to wait two months.
words stumbling amongst the craving for air,
and when he went in to surgery i heard words that brought me forward through the day,
rest in the arms of love.
during prelimanary surgery he suffered a stroke, i knew it exactly when it happened, i felt a surge through me, saw white light and prayed right then for him.
i was called five hours later to be told he had suffered the stroke, but i felt it i wrote down the time, and somehow i do verily believe the prayer carried him through this,
or some energy of postive thought i willed.

but of recent i have heard so many complaints, so many disgruntements, so many folks dissatisfied , their happiness is determined by what they have, and if they dont get it or can not obtain it , they are crushed and imbittered.

how many daily suffer  with various maladies, and would exchange  their lives with others that really have not a thing wrong with them.
twisted fingers, crippled legs, diseased bodies , chronic illness, mental torture.
yet some of the most enlightened people i ve met have indeed suffered much.

come over to the other side, there is much to be thankful for in each day.
"why then do you sing halleluya if it means nothing to ya"
otherwise; report from the riverside, its snowing lightly, winds make patterns across the water, geese are on the shore, eagles sit in old cottonwoods
 and some children ly in the snow making snow angels
this day
um
drink it up.

Currently reading : Song of the sky By Guy Murchie Release date: 1979

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Days of Grace

Living in days of Grace
Where as at anytime
You may be asked to experience that
Which you have not chosen,
But rather for a reason mayhaps
Unclear to you,
You stand, or ly, in a new scene
Were you prepared?

You have in any situation reason
 to share light which dwells within you
And for this reason
If you have lived by love
You can sit in a hospital or doctors office and see some in fear
Or glum worry

Just as you might also have reason to give into
But instead,
Love carrying you can encourage others

In times of Grace
You may see tears of concern in other's eyes
You tell them do not worry!
 We live our days within a shell
which provides us with movement, activity
And enjoyment, but deep within
There is the mind and heart
The mind must be balanced with the heart
For knowledge laced not with love can not suffice
Where in can we grow?
Without love
There are no reasonings

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a few friends along the way

theres got to be,
there is indeed
a reason for much
about us
and there he was in cedar key,
a man i came to know,
a conversation that lasted three hours, on a curb across from the water
and there it was, we became sister and brother.
closer than many, and it wasnt chance,
when i met his wife we became good friends , she gave me my first art commision.
she is my patron saint of the arts,
st .patricia
she was lost in a car accident , ten years ago
and we remained to carry her love on, we remained to carry that wonderful smile she gave to everyone, she was an artist and a loving woman. i miss her.
and then a woman i saw walk past me, some twenty years ago, with her three children
i told this man who was visiting( my dearest male friend) ive got to go and meet her,
and i did and i gave her my address and we wrote and she walked out to my cabin and she and i have been friends for twenty years.
rob and i for thirty.
now three weeks ago i noted a man walking as briskly as i in a grocery store parking lot,
we met at the door at the same time,
i said what a nice gait you have there,
he said i would say the same to you
( i dont ever see anyone walk as fast as i do, and this man did!)
we went on to talk for about twenty minutes,
and i found he loves to kayak as i, he is a musician , and he wanted to find someone to play opus 120 brahms... well
i thought of my friend laura, she plays classical music ,
but i lost his pnone number...
as things will be and should be
another musician two weeks ago handed my friend laura the sheet music for opus 120
and this mans phone number, the man i had met, and now they are practicing together they learned upon meeting they were both at
Berkley in college at the same time
o is this life a trip or what?
i had breakfast with my friend laura today,
she always seranades me with new music she is learning,
but you know what i think is so very funny and i know this is love
i dont eat meat.
and for some reason she never remembers.
she doesnt eat alot of meat,
but occasionally,
and here i was not looking she served me lamb sausage with quinoa and eggs.
so happy to share some meat she had traded for flute lessons, and this she told me was the last of it.
it reminded me of the time miss hazel a seventy five year old friend of mine, greeted me at her door
saying,
come on in, i just made fried chicken!
i was twenty five and had been a vegetarian since 16 years old
but something in me said dont offend her she wouldnt understand.
not a southern raised woman, they all eat meat.
so i sat down and i didnt get ill
i was being served with love what she had,
o how often do we negate a wonderful gift with our limitations ?
how often do we miss a gift?
the swans are gathering on the isles shore out my door today
the sun is out and glory be its fourty degrees,
we have but now,
live in the moment , be aware of others about you they may become
very necessary gifts to you,
 one very sacred time is sharing a meal in peace with others,
therefor,
go about with eyes wide open, find who else is out there,
and share,

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