Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Earth's Dreaming


this morning carries

memories

of fall
i feel the trees

breathe

standing here as earth

dreams

in the grey mist of
morning


Sunday, July 23, 2017

What Memories Do You Bring






i sit with storm
who rides the wind
smell heat scorched earth
bruised mint leaves

wonder

rain
floating water
what memories do you bring
lifted from a spill
filled with

moon's

reflection
or someone's salty

tears

are you as

sad

as 
i
am
 

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

More Than I Have to Give





 i am
 a glint of light
 already gone
when looked for
nameless

i don't know what
life wants of me
but it is

 more 
than i have
 to give





Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Don't Talk to Them About Me




don't....

Monday, July 17, 2017

Seeking Why....Still

image by richard burbridge
"we hold on to our shit and the accumulative garbage
of our own consciousness and experiences rather
than just letting it go and have it stop interfering
with our lives."
~kiki smith 

dissolving
salt in
water

seeking why i can't
let go
still




Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Sisters




i call these four oaks
 
the sisters
 
this is where i go to 
meditate..or just
 
be
 
in these times of so much
 
time sickness
 
the hurrying about busyness
everyone should have a 
sacred place
 
there is an old well
covered over
under these trees
 
trees breath
 
water
 
so much life force
 
powerful
 
i trimmed a dead limb from
the one in the foreground yesterday
thanked her for the gift
promised to honor her with a
carving
 
 


i will make myself a walking stick with her
 
gift
 
i also prepped a piece of cedar root that was
 
given
 
to me
i envision the face of 
 
ancient grandmother
 
we'll see
 
 
 



Friday, July 14, 2017

The Reward of Patience is Patience

 
one revolution around the sun
with the Insight Timer Meditation app

meditation
spirituality
mindfulness
balance





today's rune:
 
WARRIOR
 
This is the Rune of the Spiritual Warrior. Always the battle of the Spiritual Warrior is with the self. Funding a will through action, yet unattached to outcomes, remaining mindful that all you can really do is stay out of your own way and let the Will of Heaven flow through you -- these are the hallmarks of the Spiritual Warrior.
 
Embodied in this Rune is the energy of discrimination, the swordlike quality that enables you to cut away the old, the dead, the extraneous. And yet with the Warrior Rune comes certain knowledge that the universe always has the first move.  Patience is the virtue of this Rune, and it recalls the words of St. Augustine that the reward of patience is patience.

Here, you are asked to look within, to delve down to the foundations of life itself. Only in so doing can you hope to meet the deepest needs of your nature and tap into your most profound resources. The molding of character is at issue when you draw Teiwaz.

Associated with this Rune are the sun, masculine energy, the active principle. The urge for conquest is powerful here, especially self-conquest, which is a lifelong pursuit and calls for awareness, single-mindedness and the willingness to undergo your passage with compassion and in total trust.

A Rune of courage and dedication, in ancient times Teiwaz was the glyph that warriors painted on their shields before battle. Now, the same symbol strengthens our resolve to align the self with the self.

i watch from the still point of my
 
breath
 
 
am
 
 
spiritual warrior





Sunday, July 9, 2017

Learning....

image by unworn

 give up all the other worlds
except the one to which
you
belong
sometimes it takes
darkness
and the sweet confinement of your
aloneness
to
learn



Friday, July 7, 2017

Who Fixes the Fixer



i am a fixer
from as far back as i can remember
i am the one people come to with their problems
their pain
i am the strong one
the one who gets things done
i am the fixer
i’ve taken care of my parents
my siblings 
my children
friends
and with my job
victims of all race…creed….and situation
but
who fixes the fixer
 people assume that my strong exterior goes 
all the way to the core of my being
wish they could be like me
 but
they see only the face i offer up to the world
when in reality
it’s a daily battle to keep the fragile pieces
 that make up who i am from imploding 
with the sound of a thousand fine crystal glasses
breaking
falling
tinkling
 glittery
 into a pile
on the floor
leaving only an image
like that burned into the memory of your eye from a searing light
i’ve become a master at hiding the real me
a most noble actor on this stage called life
covering up the sound of the chains i carry
and the quiet click of the door closing in my heart
so
who fixes the fixer
i can soothe her each night with wine
and music
i can make her rise each morning
  force her to put on her mask and cape
 send her out into the world 
to fight the evils of another day
but i can’t fix her
i can’t fix her
who fixes the fixer

Thursday, July 6, 2017

None But Ourselves








take a long hard look at

you

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Too Great to Bridge



image by nancy holly
 
"what need we humans have
a species
 lonely
and
lacking in
love
its no wonder we turn to
animals
for love
the distance between one
human
and another is often too
great to bridge"



Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Finished

i finished this piece today
instead of burning and sanding
i used my razortip wood burner
to add shadows

i've got a new project in mind
but won't be able to get started 
for another week
i'm looking forward to
experimenting with some
coloring and surface design
on wood



Monday, July 3, 2017

Protector of Lost Souls

image and words by paula jones

"there are angels that are given particularly 
interesting "jobs"
the ones whose task is to guard those who
are lost
that don't know who they are
why they are here
they feel worthless
invisible
like they are just existing
these angels
these protectors
are here to help the lost find their way
by putting others in their paths
to question why...what...how...
or
just to guard them
until one day
something happens
and they find their own light

are you one of those angels
or one of the lost"

i bow my head
 in gratitude
for their
protection





Sunday, July 2, 2017

Kill Hole


cedar
healing
 purification 
spiritual
 protection

 roughed out
with a chainsaw

finished with a rotary tool



the small hole on the bottom
a "kill hole"
used by the ancient Mimbres
to release the spirit

placed in my works
(my signature)


so their spirits aren't trapped
 in this time between times








Saturday, July 1, 2017

This Piece of God

i have always wanted 
 
something 
 
beyond what i've wanted
there is no language to speak words
deep enough... strong enough to
articulate what i truly 
 
desire
 
it isn't the secrets of the
 
 stars
 
or water
maybe it's just to know
 
myself
 
who i am
this piece of
 
God
 
who is
 
 me

Friday, June 30, 2017

The Stars Howl My Name


solitude

 darkness
my company
 a pull in my bones
my muscles
 longing 

for the one who sees my
soul
i am in need of healing
this
anguish
this
wound
between myself and my
brokenness
the stars looking down on me
howl my name
as i wail a song of
grief
as ancient as time
in a language not 
of this world


Thursday, June 29, 2017

Inside My Head




i sit
in the watery

breath

of dawn
neither 

here

nor

there

beginning
ending
choices

inside my
head 

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Do Your Worst

 
there comes a time when you 
 
need
 
to just sit with your 
 
loss
 
wrap your arms around
 
yourself
 
and invite loss to do it's
 
worst
 
if you
 
survive
 
then you can deal
with what is
 
left
 
of yourself....



Friday, June 23, 2017

The Archeology of Trues



sometimes

you just need to

talk 

about something
not to get

 sympathy

or help
but just to kill its

 power

 by allowing the

truth

 of things to hit the air

this is my place for cluttering up the silence
with my

 "trues" 

when the ground beneath my
feet is

 broken




Thursday, June 22, 2017

If You Love Me







Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Phototactic


phototactic
 
dust too
is drawn on wings
to light



Damn

image by tamra davisson

yesterday
  hold your head and

rock

kind of day

damn this
 
 heart
 
damn this
 
 mind
 
damn this 
 
body
 
damn
damn
 
damn



Sunday, June 18, 2017

Spirit in the Wood

my first attempt at carving a wood spirit
with my new foredom rotary carver.
not 100% happy with it....pretty flat and
lifeless.

i've been wanting to try out my new toy
but when i go several days without sleep
i stay away from power tools.

only managed to nick my thumb and leg
all in all i think that's a good beginning.





Saturday, June 17, 2017

Written Across the Sky



if only

i could be other than 
what i am

i can't

 one loss
too far

i'm now something
i can't name...or

understand

there is a certain 
poetry to that

written across the sky

tucked in among the

stars



Friday, June 16, 2017

Not Yet


image by unworn
the past
remember

forget

i sit

 listening

breath held
the voice i know
never heard
calling me

home

not yet

not

yet



Thursday, June 15, 2017

A Music Against The Hard Edges

in all the woods that day i was
the only living thing
fretful...exhausted...or unsure.
giant fir and spruce and cedar trees
that had stood their ground
three hundred years
stretched in sunlight calmly
unimpressed by whatever
it was that held me
hunched and tense above the stream
biting my nails...calculating all
my impossibilities.
nor did the water pause
to reflect or enter into
my considerations.
it found its way
over and around a crowd
of rocks in easy flourishes...
in laughing evasions and
shifts in direction.
nothing could slow it down for long.
it even made a little song
out of all the things
that got in its way...
a music against the hard edges
of whatever might interrupt its going.
~john brehm, passage

i need to learn this 
lesson...



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Happy Camper

 
happy camper!
happy camper!
happy camper!

hoping now i can kick my carving up
a notch...



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Truth #7


truth.....

Monday, June 12, 2017

Searching For Home




 
i work with energy
this is a photo someone took of my hand while
i was working
i also have
 
the sight
 
it has passed through
the female members of my family
my grandmother
my mother
i was "told" before the birth of
my fourth granddaughter that she
would follow my path
(something i wouldn't wish
on anyone)

she is five and talks about her
"other mother...other brother...other sister"
not the ones she lives with now
i've read that these memories fade as
children age
 
my mother never mentioned me recalling
the past but told many stories of how at
the age of four i ran away from home daily
and was always being watched for and 
brought home by neighbors
makes me wonder if i was trying
to "get home"
 my whole life....even now
i've felt the pull of
 
somewhere else
 
somewhere 
 
not here
 
searching for
 
home





Sunday, June 11, 2017

Heavily Meditated

you do not have to die to become a ghost
i suppose there is death on some level
i am there
i know not this entity i have become
 always been a stranger to this world
but....

this is new
like all sound has been stolen 
leaving only
inviolable silence 
like walking a half step
behind myself
i will gather up what my life has become
meditate
create
be









Monday, May 22, 2017

Dare Spiritum Meum

consummatum est
et inclinato capite tradidit spiritum

~o~