Not enough time
There's not enough time to fix it--to mend over the broken, ripped stitches.Or to make new, luminescent ones. There's not enough words--I have to shout just so you will hear me, and even then, I'm abbreviating it so you will get the gist. There's not enough ways to talk--talking brings on coughing, which brings on the racking, ripping, burning horror in your lungs bursting up, and the image of you bent over, throwing all your weight into a handkerchief, like your lungs were a companion-docile animal who turns and bites you without reason.Then keeps on biting you. There's not enough privacy--when you can move at ...
Quan Yin-in the dark
[caption id="attachment_757" align="aligncenter" width="260" caption="Quan Yin statue"][/caption] I step up to the altar-greet her dragon; gaze at her face. I light one candle, then another, and mentally rest for a moment, though I am standing. It feels like a perch, spiritually. A place at the end of a quick-light footed staircase, leading to a panorama. I perch there, and muse on my path, and the various threads that intersect with it. I touch the water around the base of her statue, lift my finger to touch her head lightly, then touch the pearl she holds hand outstretched. To keep her fluid. To keep ...
Ode to Redheads-Tom Robbins
How are we to explain the power these daughters of ancient Henna have over us bemused sons of Eros? Red hair is a woman's game. The harsh truth is, most red-haired men look like blonds who've spoiled from lack of refrigeration. They look like brown-haired men who've been composted. Yet that same pigmentation that on a man can resemble leaf mold or junk yard rust, a woman wears like a tiara of rubies. Not only are female redheads frequently lovely but theirs is a loveliness that suggests both lust and danger, pleasure and violence, and is, therefore, to the male of ...
Know thyself
knowing your own heart.It can be the roughest, strangest, most foreign terrain on Earth.And in Heaven. I am having the roughest time lately with UNDERSTANDING my own heart. What she wants. Where she goes. I feel a general fog around my path, that obscures even the simplest decisions. I used to SEE with a blaze of fire and insight. I could dance circles around the indecisive, the wishy-washy, the unambitious. Now I find myself slowing at any old physical or emotional speed bump in the road slowing down to 2 mph, when I could be going 15. Constantly QUESTIONING.I feel insecure. Fragile. Something like ...
Promises’ poems
It was real masquerade, it was a real cover up make up pulling up drop me down of standing in the bathroom tub full of water incensed and curled up sleeping he’s saying I love him on his way out the door clicks but I heard him pause in the hall I heard him rattle his keys in his hand like he might come back inside Like he doesn’t really have to go and I am the air of the sigh he makes I am the jacket over his shoulders I am the soft jeans he runs his hands over trying to decide Trying to decide to stay or leave ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delicate, consumed. Pulsing in ...
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Quan Yin-in the dark
Quan Yin statue I step up to the altar-greet her dragon; gaze at her face. I light...
Ode to Redheads-Tom Robbins
How are we to explain the power these daughters of ancient Henna have over us...
Promises’ poems
It was real masquerade, it was a real cover up make up pulling up drop me down of...
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Gratitude & Manifestions
I landed at the Oakland airport, on a sunny day in 1997. My mom came to rescue me from a dead end situation in Seattle, and as we drove back to her place in Napa, we started talking about manifestion. and it’s link to the force of gratitude. From this one spark of conversation, came a new way of thinking that changed my life, forever. I tried... [Read more of this review]
This hippie gives these two thumbs up!
#1-Crystal Stick mineral body deodorant- I have struggled with strong sweat since I was little girl. I used to get terrible water blisters on my feet, rashes on my thighs, and pimples anywhere else, especially my upper back. At various places I’ve worked, when I was experimenting with hippie deodorants (with no aluminum) I was asked several times... [Read more of this review]
Let’s talk plastic bags-and something for free
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch Have you ever heard of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch?Yeah, I hadn’t either until last year. And loathe though I am, to bring more craptastic news from the Mother Earth front, you kids NEED to hear this news. So when you go to the grocery store, and you are hungry, tired, or just spaced... [Read more of this review]
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Not enough time
There’s not enough time to fix it–to mend over the broken, ripped stitches.Or...
Know thyself
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Pumpkin Pie History & Recipe
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