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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS….day 11

Sippy the coffee… day 11 of my pilgrimage that goes nowhere to everywhere that requires on simple thing of me; Trust that I am exactly where I’m supposed to be right now no matter what.  The pilgrimage of change.  Giving into the change that happens and happens and happens ….  Did I say, It happens?


Jesus went into the desert

40 days and 40 nights

To find his deepest yearning

To wrestle lonely nights

and arid days of thirst

and hunger, and bedevilment

Conjured monsters that

suffered his souls quest

Laid waste to whom he thought

He was and might have been

Yearning for what was holy

Already his made whole as

Love Divine, a child of God

God’s begotten, born of a Virgin

Birthed to be of love, kindness

Compassion’s tool ever lasting


40 days and 40 nights

40 lifetimes and 40 deaths

40 minutes and 40 seconds

My desert is a torrential down pour

of shifts and changes and 

hungry want and enough water

to drown in the naked sand.

Everywhere is where I’ve been

And across the desert is my metaphor

I am a child of God, of  the Goddess

of the dirt, and ocean, and flame,

and breath, and you, and Spirit

Everlasting, eternal, Infinite Oneness

I can turn the desert into oceans

and beach and mountains and forests

If I believe it… I will see it.

I am 40 days unfolding

I am 40 nights lighting the way.







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The remember when things use to be…

The talk of ; if only this would be that…

or if that would just do this than…

Or those ‘good ol’ days when we…

Life would be sweet. It would be right

It would abide by a previous goodness

that holds the key to all goodness

If in the ‘if only’ and ‘in the remember when…’


The extended linger in what was 

holds ransom the goodness of what is now

Traps the ‘remember when’ in a useless

serenade of long ago and yesterday

way past the glory of what it was

The quest for the good ol’ days

is that those days are here now.

As good as you make them




25 jan 2012   >  13/4/0    >  Death/Emperor/Fool

 Today’s invitation or your birthday’s invitation is that this will be a day/year to consider Ending and new beginnings; to consider how you will build your ‘castle’, its form and structure, its rules and security.  It will also be a year/day to remember to find the joy and pleasure in foolishness and to let ‘acting the fool’ bring you to a deeper understanding of letting go and letting life fill you in the moment, unburdened by ‘stuff’ and thoughts’ to know pure joy.

What does pure joy mean to you and how do you experience it?

What have you gathered that has become Too much and needs letting go of?

If you could transform one thing, what would it be?



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3 nov 2011     >   18/9    >  Moon/Hermit


What phase of the moon best describes You; full, crescent, gibbous, dark?

Do you let your light shine so you can be seen?

What will bring-it-all-together for you?


DAy 3 of Nanowrimo.  Yes, folks you will be hearing about this ad in nauseam for the next 27 days.  Don’t leave me.. ahahahaa. My dedication to this blog surpasses many things in my life I have given myself to, (is that pathetic?  I’m thinkin’ not)  Not because my poetry/me is exemplar or the grandest.. simply I’m doing it and giving it out there.  a testing ground for possibilities of how feelings and thoughts find themselves in words expressed my me and my stories.  A place to lay my poetry and idle drivel down. And… I have and do live a rich colourful life that may inspire others to step into the wonder of their own creative inspired life.

just thought I’d share that with you…   You are, after all, a gift of Divine inspiration. A manifestation of Creative Source that lives inside of you.   namaste’

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There is no matter if you don’t believe

ALL is what it is with or without you

It doesn’t need you to ‘get it’ to Be.


The journey might be in the ‘Get it’

Whatever the ‘Get-it’ might be

If there is indeed a journey to get


And where do you want to get to?

Is that the first question to ask?


is the first question to ask

Where am I right now?


The ‘right now’ holds every answer

you ever need to ‘get it’  All.






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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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17 may 2011 > 8 justice/adjustment (thoth deck)

What needs ‘adjustment’ in your life?
How do you hold the fairness and balance of your days?

I think it’s totally not fair that others are finding Morels and I’m not.
Of course I’d have to be diligently looking for them and I’m not, and
I’d have to know where is a good spot and I don’t. Well big ol’ DAh on me.

Mushroomin’ as some of us like to refer to for the hunt, started for me
when I was in 3rd grade. It was all about the treasure to be found
among the leaves and moss in the woods. Secondly, Cooking them
in butter and garlic and putting them on toast.
My love for a good treasure hunt from that point on made me
a pirate of sorts, without the sex and pillaging. The glory of searching
for the ‘Great Find’. Digging through old discarded crap for that
special sumthin’ sumthin’. Digging in the sand, digging in to life,

‘Suroomin’, was all about how high I got on the psychedelics of
ingesting them. That treasure hunt was in the quest of what my
sensorial beingness could explore, find, experience. Oh.. the stories.


Still getting high on the hunt
 That Illusive treasure sunk
 in the sands of my soul.
 buried in my chest of blood and gold

My map wrinkled, folded, old
 ripped, faded, hard to hold
 barely readable
 holds the course of me

I have raped and pillaged
 the corners of me,
 sometimes the heart of me
 taking my ship back out to sea
 will I ever see, Will I ever see

That island that calls me home
 where I can lay my tired bones
 to my treasure’s worldly rest
 or will I give myself to the eternal

Hunting, seeking, the Holy Grail
 Climbing mountains, making sail
 For the vessel that hold my truth
 Holds me to finding proof

When I have always, all ways known
 Where I am is all ways home.

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