Monthly Archives: October 2011


24  oct  2011        >  20/11/2   >    judgement/aeon/balance/adjustment/Priestess


At what point does perfection consume what you Don’t do? 

What counsel might you seek get clarity?

HOw do you define ‘accountability’?


I believe I have found a Spiritual community for myself in Ann Arbor.  The Interfaith Center for Spiritual Growth.  There is Joy within the people and the energy is fluid and diverse.  Quiet time, meditative time, songs that speak to goodness and light,  words with stories I can embrace, and a way to speak of God, Source, Oneness with inclusivity.   It feels right now.

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The Grail has never been out of reach

It isn’t over there, 

or on a mountain top

or shrouded in secrecy

waiting for you to starve

yourself to find it in the desert


Tho’ your desert may be vast

within your soul searching

in the out there, somewhere


It’s mystery is held 

where it has always been

The Holy Cup of the heart

holds Love’s life centered, 






There is no distance between

you and what you search for

never out of reach is 

the heart’s ceaseless giving

that which will make you



The mountain to climb

is your missed-giving

the desert to cross 

is your parched mind

Your starving is your

refusal to let love caress you


You are the Holy Grail

Be a heart-full and pouring.







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3 p.m.

23 oct 2011     >   19/10/1   >  Sun/Wheel of Fortune/Magician


What sits at the horizon of your life and how do you encourage it to rise?

How do you speak to your gratitude?

What is an act of magic for you?


Well.. clearly my ability to add is not so good, as perhaps some of you notice.  dang.  A numbers woman who can’t add them up.  Maybe it was a miracle of some sort and I have yet to discover it.  HAAAaa.  Aren’t apple good this time of year?


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I think I’m better earlier in the day

With words that jump up and play

Awake too long my mind it tumbles

gets busy with life’s daily jumble


So here I sit at three p.m

Hoping for a poetic gem

To lay upon this blogging table

Dig into some clever fable


As you see this is it

Gathering some words to fit

Into this day that is sublime

Doesn’t matter I’m not on time


Whatever the ‘right time might be

The time is right now for me

It’s kinda fun to make things rhyme

Turn a word on a thin dime


It’s not about this being my best

There is no best on request

Being here in the now

This is what I got.. OH Wow.


teee heee







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22  oct   2011     >  8/16   >   Balance/lust/Tower


How do you align yourself with your best self?

What are the ‘roots’ of your journey in this life, and how do you attend to them?

What do you do to give yourself balance?


Art openings… so fun.  Kay Yourist’s Pottery Studio.  A great gathering of art, and people. I indulge myself in a very sensual piece of pottery.  My friend Susan and I are gonna take a pot throwing class this winter.  Whoppee. I’m thinking that clay is very sexy.  I’m just sayin…


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The Muse was in and being

what any good Muse will be

there is no defining the giving

A Muse just happens for me


Some Muses last a lifetime

Some float back out to the sea

Some Muses give a short time

My Muses come n’ go as I please


A Muse may not have a clue

That they inspire creativity’s test 

They are part of that crazy stew

I stir to feed what might become my best


The Muse was in and being

What any good Muse can be

I take what I can in the feeling

Let the musing take hold of me


There is no clear defining

What a Muse is meant to be

Mine pull on some heart string

That rolls me out to the deep sea


I’m not so good at swimming

thus I rely on my clever mind

To muse around inviting

Stories that I make up and find


Inspired by the Muse tides

That bathe what does inspire

Diving deep on the inside 

I let my words conspire











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21  oct  2011     >   17/8   >  Star/adjustment/strength

 What is your vision for a better world?

What do you do in your personal life to hold that vision?

How might you define ‘Divine Order’?


The Sun hovers on the horizon at 7:41 EST.  There is bit of pink to the sky. Trees give a silhouette in the rising light.  It feels calm after yesterdays, all day rain affair with the Earth.  Maybe it’s a sexy thing.  I just felt grey and soggy.  mmmm?  yes.. well.. no going there…

 I wake to the thought that a tyrant has been killed.  It is not the thought that I wish to keep for this day. It feels bad in my body.  I admit to seeing the video of his beating.  A curiosity rose in me and I watched it twice.  The voyeuristic part to that disturbs me.  I’m not even sure what more to say of it, only that I decided to confess it to you.  Tho’ I’m not sad that he is dead, there was evilness in him; a disregard for the humanity of things, I am sad that there is pleasure and joyful fervor in the taking of a life.  I hope when I transition, that there is fervent joy and mad-cap dancing in the celebration of my life.

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 There is no getting outta here alive

Death will find you cause it can

It’s the nature of the livin’ vibe

It’s the way we all do the  jive

You just don’t know when


Dorian thought he had the way

Pacted it with the devil’s game

Gave his soul away each day

Darkness filled his every way

His portrait a hellish shame


The Reaper will gather your last breath

What you have sowed in life matters

The gathering holds your mirth

A collection of all that a life is worth

Make love the meal on life’s platter


You don’t get outta here breathing

Birth life death is the way it is

What tapestry of life are you weaving

What love story are you leaving

There was never a quiz


Make each moment the last

Now is all there ever is

Right down to your last gasp

Doesn’t matter that the die was cast

Now is all there ever is.






















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20  oct  2011       >      16/7    >  Tower/Chariot

 How much of the news and media influences your thinking and is that OK?

What does your ‘holy grail’ look like and have to say to you?

What are you willing to give your life to?


 I was given a prompt by my mentor Jill Badonsky that goes like this….

 There was someone named…. 

Who was…. 

And who lived… 

and every day…. 

And then one day…

And because of that….. 

And because of that….. 

And because of that… 

And because of that… 

Plus there was…. 

Until one day…… 

And ever since then ….. 

Optional: And the moral of the story is….


AND… this is what spontaneously evolved from the above…  I have finished with a Haiku.

I tell ya… I don’t know where this came from and there it was rolling off my brain and fingertips.  (shrug of shoulders)


Rosetta had found love with Adam,a rich man who despite his family’s distaste of her lowly upbringing and her family’s disbelief of his love, they suffered little regard for any of it.  It was true love; not contrived from her poverty, or her desire to better her life, nor his curiosity of her unique and exotic nature;  it was a gentle, courageous love founded on compatibility, respect, and the heat of passion.  It was as if destiny had at last found them worthy. 

 Every night, when he returned from his work, Rosetta cooked a sumptuous meal bathed in exotic spices, dripping with succulent flavors that seduced his taste-buds into a gastronomic frenzy. As they sat by the glowing evening hearth, sharing their day and their deepest thoughts of life and love, eventually Rosetta, like Scheherazde, would weave her beloved a story that would seduce all his senses into a hunger for more story, more of her invention, and more Rosetta.

One day her lover did not come home at his expected hour, nor the hour after, or the hour after that.  Supper lay cold on the white table cloth, the candles laid their red drip like a clot of blood from an angry wound as Rosetta, with growing anxiety, paced the mansion.  Her phone calls to him and to his family were an endless ring to nowhere.

She did not drive and the walk into town was miles and further still lived his family.  She called for the horse to be saddled, antiquated as it was for transportation, she knew how to ride like a seasoned equestrian. Dressed for the chill and the drizzle of Springs early arrival, she set out into the deep grey evening to find her love. She followed the main road to town, in the hope to find him.  Her periphery gathered in the scenery of her journey with the gallop of her steed,  anything that might indicate an accident, a skid mark break in the woods, anything that seem unusual.  She let her intuitive vision scan beyond the seen.

No Adam was to be found.  Not at his work, not at the local, not in the comfort of his family’s castle.  Adam had disappeared. Rosetta couldn’t feel his presence anywhere, but his essence lingered in the spaces around her? His soul pulsed deep within her.

 Rosetta’s grief was overwhelming. The few friend she had and her family found her inconsolable.  Adam’s family laid blame on her, insinuating that she had pushed him to some undefined limit and he had no recourse but to abandon all that he held dear to escape the trial of her demands.  She was devastated, alone and ready to die.   What held her to life as the days, fell into weeks, that fell into months was that Rosetta had a plan and the love-child percolating in her womb ready to take his first breath.  A feeling was welling up within her that brought new life and possibility to her quest to find her love.  She gathered the best of herself; too proud to let the distain of his family nullify her resolve to find the mystery of Adams disappearance and her growing love for the baby brewing with in her. 

 Whatever had happened to Adam, whatever had wipe his existence from any known whereabouts; Rosetta was sure he would find his way back to her.  It was their destiny to be together.  She was sure of that.  She would wait for when the time was right.

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 Destiny gives call

Forever waits for everything

Love finds you Always










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19  oct  2011      >         6/15       >       Lovers/Devil


How will you make this day, a day of honoring your relationships?

What is a repeated deal breaker in your love life?

What keeps you from finding the kind of companionship you desire?

round lake, Upper Peninsula, michigan 

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You say, ‘I miss you” in quick passing

There is sweetness to those three word

I catch them on the edge of my inhale

Deciding how deep I will breathe them in


The heart does not seek shallow breathing


I say, ‘I miss you too’ not so quick then repeat

The air between us gives a crackle then smoothes

A snap of awkward passes on the thin line

The mundane lays the cool blue over the red


I inhale the memory of old desire’s heart beat


If there is more in this missing I missed it

I was waiting, wondering, for a new pass by

Not wanting to be missed more to be seen

Heard in the wonder of curiosity’s find


My tie dye flag waves in a quiet sea


You can’t miss me…



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18  oct  2011     >    5/14     >      Hierophant/Art


What have you always wanted to study and learn about that you didn’t?

What makes you think/feel it’s too late to give your longing a try?

What could be your first step toward your heart’s desire?


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“The wound is the place where Light enters you”  Rumi.


Light holds your essence

It is what you imagine it to be 

even in the darkest places 

it breaks open to light the way.


Light may enter your wounds

for your healing grace

Propel your inner flame 

to expand compassion’s forgiveness


Light is witness to all that you are

It shows the path of joy

It heals the forsaken wound

Love is Light’s path way


Light and Love will never leave you

no pitch of night of a lonely heart

No sin, no evil, no degradation

will deny you a place in the Light


You are Loved absolutely


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Sippy the coffee… mmmmm.  nice brew from Mighty Good Coffee in Ann Arbor.  For you locals,  take a few minutes to check out David Meyers’ coffee shop on East. Main.  They are making a brown sugar salt Cap.  OOOOOOoo my.  Can I tell you how good it is?  yeowza.  oh.. and also an honorable mention to their chocolate salt mocha thingy.  oooo weee.  

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