Monthly Archives: February 2012

THE CALL… day 5

Can you believe it’s the last day of February and an extra day to live.  A whole day more.  How nice.  Leap on in and embrace each breath with joy.  You ain’t dead yet.  Haaaa.

I continue my Pilgrims’ journey, entering the second week of it tho’ I feel I am only on the 5th day of it.  Maybe I’m just beginning.  I’m not quite sure.  I’m still wondering where I’m going.  The destination is vague so I let it unfold each day, each moment.  Just like many other days.  Be Here Now….


Spirit is alway at call

In everything in that everywhere

Under the sheets, in the shower

On the road trip, in the desert

Swimming the deep blue

Flying the friendly skies

In the words that tap across 

the reams of yesterday and today

To say something about something

Say it again in a different voice

So Spirit gets heard in the call


What takes you there, to this call

That invites the questions 

That beg an answer, to more questions

That deepen you, fill your wonder

and love and reason to be, to give

to laugh, to feel full, and passionate

Maybe Spirit goes by another name

Does it matter in the matter of things?

What ever call you answer

You will find something

and more questions, more questions


What bravery, and courage can you give

to this Pilgrimage of answering the call

That has been calling you your whole life?


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Most of it is cryptic

Those reports.  those reports

That tell you what it all means

What does it all mean anyway?


It reads good like some good reads do

Then along the way it doesn’t

Cause some places in those lungs

Breathe all wrong, all wrong


Somebody knows what it all means

I want to know what it all means

Those reports.  those reports

That speak to where it eats away at you


It would be good if a hug could squeeze it out

Squeeze it right out of your body

If hugs could do that we’d all be hugging crazy

Loving up on each other all over the place


Hugs aren’t cryptic

They report care and love

I know what they mean

If I can’t squeeze it out of you

I’ll squeeze love and goodness

into you .. all over you…




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The voyage is overwhelm by the high seas

Relation-ship bobs on water crest

Land holds a distant horizon west

Sea sickness throbs the head at best


Hold steady as she goes with turbulent flow

Once on the ship there is no safety in a dive

No desire to tread the waters murk

Nor meet the creatures hungry lurk


Ride the ‘ship’ between the rocks

In danger comes the heavenly prayer

Even in the Sirens call to tease to death

Unsteady as she goes to meet her life’s quest


Torn and worn with no regret

The overwhelm at last finds rest

On a beach with life’s debris

Scattered from the claiming sea


Let waves lick the wounds undone

The Sun claims away all the gloom

Resting here for a awhile longer

Till the body rests and becomes stronger


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IN THE DESERT… day two

Pilgrimage…. day two…  The laze of Florida on a grey day.  My brother’s 70th birthday


Silence is noisy

Presses in on my quiet

The gather of this day 

from my night sleep 

is slow to open 

with eyes closed

and heart tentative

in the receiving


If it is desert that lays before me 

calling me in further to the deep

There is no arid, no whip of sand

in my eyes, or the sear of Sun


This moment hears 

The tick of time pass

Little left of it 

for my sibling

being devoured

from the inside out

wanting more time

A little more time


My desert has scattered oasis

of palm and beach, shell and glass

I thirst for wisdom and heart song

I drink of the mirror and fall into the whirl


I might find the quiet

in the noisy silence

as the day unfolds 

and the heart is restless

Maybe a dive in the sea

in the womb of salt tears

with the sea glass and shells

and the wet desert sand





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Florida to Tennessee and back

Florida Pilgrimage 


good morning… I have taken on an online ‘retreat’ , Soul of The Pilgrim, for 40 days.  It invites the ‘pilgrim’ to consider a more contemplative, creative journey for these 40days and nights.  Going within my own soul to deepen my relationship with Spirit, Source, God, Oneness… 

I begin by coming to Florida to visit my ill brother..  and so my Pilgrimage begins here.


Pictures of a dream made real

on land of rolling mountains

of dense forest and summer green

The gift of dogwood bloom

of azalea and rhododendron

In splashes of wild pink abundance.

Fresh fills the nose feeds the lung love

Tuck into the middle of nowhere

Were the everywhere is picture perfect

from the log cabin’s point of view


Their point of view is this is heaven

These mountains in rural Tennessee

This cabin, this vista of life in retirement

Where breath is pure and nature gives her all

Nestled away from the rigor of busy

and the have-to get-somewhere-fast 

is as remote as their cabin in these woods

tucked away from what was once every day.

Only now, only now…


Cancer feeds and snuffs the dream

Making hungry feed of his landscape

Taking down his forest and verdancy

Killing the buds of his flowers before bloom

Remote is his cabin of disintegrating wood

As extinction inhales his fresh breath 

devours him alive with careless intent

Suffers his desire to death’s anxious door

Gives the dream made manifest

one summer 

to hold in pictures

of what use to be 




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Forest Gump knew 

Innocence has a way of being

Unencumbered by the complex

when life is a box of chocolates

filled with many different 

sweet treats for the taking.


Life can be all that sweet goo 

Bitting into diverse flavors

Maybe startled to the taste

Maybe the texture

Maybe it’s just right

Life can be all chocolate squares

with carmel filling for me

Only… it’s not


Forest Gump knew

No secret to him that we all

had a soft center full of the goo

worthy of being tasted 

Worthy of being bit into

If you like carmel filled ones

You  might like to bite into me


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNN AND HARRY…  Please check out the Tarot blog for your yearly somethin somethin.


Sippy the coffee… Happy Day to everyone else.  You too can visit my Tarot/numerology blog.  I don’t know about ya’ll … this has already been an intense year…The weather outside might be mild and the weather around has a storm warming.  All so very interesting.  Looking for the gift in the upsets and misunderstanding and the… eegads what was that shit?  Right?  Thank the Spirit of Everything Everywhere for shining a light on it.  And thank my beloveds for Loving me and nurturing me.  


The gift is in reach it’s invisible

The eyes that see can’t see it

It’s right there for the touching

Right here for the having

It’s a forgive thing can you believe?


Gifts come from our storms

They come on a chariot of love

They come distorted and painful

Gifts find you when you need them

Hidden in someone’s slander and distain

In the making of love and babies breath


The gift is in the opportunity to forgive

To see your humbled self in the lonely of other

Feel the thunderous rush of words clapping

Your ears shut down to the roar and rage

Wanting a whisper to caress the impale

Clutching your heart in gasps


Can you forgive all that?


The gift is in reach it’s invisible

The eyes that see can’t see it

It’s right there for the touching

Right here for the having

It’s a forgive thing can you believe?



Please visit my Tarot/numerology blog…  peace…namaste’



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Dream…Rocky, rough terrain that is grey white everywhere.  Momentarily I am passing through some village in these white mountains wanting ice cream.  A man in an old blue truck is toting a white couch.  He passes me not noticing me.  I am off to climb some of these rough hard stone cliffs.  I can’t think of why I want to just that I am.

Now, I am climbing.  Jutting stone and little reprieve for moments of rest.  I look down and realize the fall is to some dark hole, or a tumble on to jagged deadly rock.  I choose to not look down again.  I take a way up to a shear cliff which I know I can’t climb.  I believe, tho’ I can’t tell from where I hang on the rock at this point, that there is a safe climb that presses close to the flat edge of the cliff for me to get to and then make my way back down.   I am wrong and am now on a very small round surface of rock for stability while I survey my situation.  I feel a little scared.  I’m tired and I made a wrong decision. I have to go back the same way I came.  I don’t want to look down, or turn to go down as that would be really dangerous.  I will have to back my way down slowly and securely.  

I look over my left shoulder for a second time to make sure of this decision and see in the jagged rock a little distance away from me the man with the white couch.  Somehow he brought this huge couch up the cliffs and rock and now it sits on a ledge just big enough for him and it.  If it wasn’t a mountain, I thought the couch fit there perfectly, which seem odd to me.  He was brushing it and patting it.  He gets behind it and pushes and pushes it hard it tumbles over the cliff.  He loses his footing and tumbles right behind it trying to reach for it.  I feel shock and horror as I can’t do a thing for him.  The couch hits the rocks and before he hits the rocks it seems he explodes in flames and disintegrates.   I grab my cell phone and dial 911.  I realize I have no air waves here to connect and how would I tell anyone of where we are anyway.  I begin my decent. 

~~~ I was jolted to a certain wakefulness when the guy burst into flames.  So grabbing my cell; I was in a twilight sort of sleep and I didn’t have to carry the dream to backing down the rocks and off of the mountain.

Here is how I poetically interpret this dream, or at least will try to.


Blue sky passes me by

Carrying clean white clouds of comfort

to where I don’t know how to get to

Rather choose white hard jagged stone

Purity’s terrain gone harsh

finding no comfort or a place to settle

Below is holes of blackness to nothing

or jagged rocks ready to impale me

Up there, is the clean white wall

No going up it or around it

Desire to feel the press of white clarity

Finds that path near the shear surface

Only, there is no comfort against

that hard wall of resilience

No path of least resistance

Back down to where I came from

Returning to where I’ve been 

Going without looking, or seeing

only feeling my … Feeling my way

back down there where life happens.

Clean white comfort has no home on

these cold white stones, 

He who rides the blue sky declares it so

gives himself to to the fall to know 

his own fire.

Rids me of hope of comfort on this 

journey to find a new pathway

Explodes in flames for me to see

It never mattered anyway

No easy way back or down or..

No call for help to be heard

A steady return, trusting

I know the way with my eyes closed

I know the way.  I will feel the way

Back to my safety.






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There’s a steady creep of sadness

It folds into the free space

Between quiet and inhale

It isn’t baby soft to the breath

Rather a sear gasp to the heart

On  the steady creep in


Good attitude rallies an up swing

Remembers that now is all there is

Exhaling the gasp for the smell of

Mossy green and sweet pear

Blanketing the slip of despair’s clutch

Settling into the OK enough


There is an ease to the OK enough

Standing here at the portal of Life

A witness to endings and beginnings

The aroma of Sun rising and setting

A feel that lets the sad creep as it will

In and then out with Love’s breath


There is always more free space

Even in the prison of imagination

That let’s the steel bars of despair

Wall in the gasp of the heart broken 

A change of story to the love’s memories

Finds a prick of expanding light


Breathe Love until you can’t

The last inhale will open

The Infinite has never left

Spirit abides in the everywhere

Breathing has nothing to do with it

Joy and Sadness are the same

Continuum leading you Home


You choose. 







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I’m sure some of you must be missing my morning ramble and weather report.  Right?  Maintaining the purity of making this blog only for a poem to be laid out here with no jibber jabber is impossible some days.  LIke TOday… Maybe I can jabber poetically.  LIke I’ve never done that before.  hahaha. 


I got an itchin’ ramble going on

And I just have to say cause I must

I can hardly believe it’s the 19th of Feb

and Winter gives us hardly any white dust


Sure it’s some Global warming

God knows we mess with the Zones

Sure it’s the freakish of nature

The Earth evolves on Her own


Not that I don’t care I really do

I recycle, mulch up, eat most organics

The thing is as this geezer sees it

There is no reason to live in the panic


I do what I do to make life right

Be mindful, kind, laugh a lot

Get over my own silly shit

Be true to myself and not to what I’m not


Then some day comes a long, kicks my ass

I am vulgar, superlative, a dim wit

Rampin’ up my foolish lament 

Forgive, let it go, stop the fit


Back to the goodness and kind

Laugh at my foolish outburst

Imagine the world a good place

As much as I enjoy a good curse


So,, here it is the 19th February

I’m off to Red Wings game

Watching that little puck fly

And those guys slam each other lame


The weather is going to be lovely

More sun than we’ve had in years

Another sippy of my coffee

Have a good day, have fun. Cheers





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