Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
from a magic land...
There is a land -
A marvelous land -
Where trolls and giants dwell;
Where witches
With their bitter brew
Can cast a magic spell;
Where mermaids sing,
Where carpets fly,
Where, in the midst of night,
Brownies dance
To cricket tunes;
And ghosts, all shivery and white,
Prowl and moan.
There is a land
Of magic folks and deeds,
And anyone
Can visit there
from There Is a Land, by Leland Jacobs
Friday, June 27, 2008
inspired...
I have a creative soul sister out there
she inspired me to create
to be me
do what comes natural
I call these gypsy boxes
a place to store your lucky charms
old love letters
new love letters
wishes, dreams, desires
a key to your old house
friendship braclets, remember those?
goodies, trinkets
coins from other countries
your "stash", whatever that might be
your dad's pocket knife
things that are YOURS
this box is blessed with love
the magic of lovers
passion and soul
the energy of tarot
a deep respect for tarot
I read
I put the cards away
I feel the pull to read again
I put the cards away
this magic box is made with a gem of a find
at times, I will haunt estate sales
about a year ago, I found an envelope
$2.00 the sticker said
inside were the these letters
with beautiful script
I knew I could honor the art of these letters
smaller in size, with rose beads decorating the lids
these special boxes hold just as much magic
go, create
manifest your hearts desire
get your hands dirty with color
make a mess
let it flow
Friday, June 20, 2008
summertime and the livin' is easy...
my love affair with the sun
as far back as I can remember
born a fish
a pisces baby
water is my thing
where I feel most aliveunderwater tea parties
pretending to be a mermaid at the bottom of the pool
jumping off the side of the pool
my toes would bleed
mom would band aid them
I would keep on going
“watch me!”
naming my jumpsthe sunshine was my favorite
I would jump high and spread my little fingers
and arms
opening up
and up
and up
rejoicing in summer
pink lemonade
pimento cheese sandwiches
gingerman cookiessummer solstice
today
we celebrate
we enter the season of summer
and leave behind the old...
patterns
weeds in our garden of life
pledge to our souls
a new direction
a season of joy, energy
use the power of the sun
to *OPEN*
to new beginnings, ideas, passions
connections with kindred spirits
celebrate the power of the sun
be thankful for this life force
of nurture
of nature
of healing energy
watch yourself grow…
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
try...
collecting your lucky charms
not cleaning your room
taking a nap without feeling guilty
sending your wishes to the man in the moon
talking to strangers
staying up late watching movies
not taking time to "get ready", just go
taking a bubble bath
going to a movie alone
soaking up the sun while reading a book you can't put down
swimming underwater pretending to be a mermaid
finding something about your body that you LOVE
turn off the tv
light candles
cherish your pets and all living creatures
listen to music from around the world
focus on hope
Thursday, June 05, 2008
good day...
today I am happy
really
really
happy
that is a lot
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dreams,
For the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life
From God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.
The Invitation, by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
it's time...
it's time for some big love
and it is for me
it isn't something that you "get"
until
you are about to step off into Alice's wirly twirly black hole
it's like spinning madly, around and around
not being able to stop
knowing you need to stop
being afraid to stop
the unceasing worry
unable to just breathe
not able to quiet my own voice
feeling personally wounded by even the smallest of minds
it is easy for me to console others
to see their beauty
I have a talent for spotting loveliness
in people
in situations
those that would otherwise
be ignored
picked over
left behind
deemed peculiar
these are some of my favorite gems that the universe bestows upon us
but when I look inside
and see all of the red
a cocktail of hurt, anger, insecurities
so many unanswered questions
a big white elephant, other people's elephant
it brings me to my knees
it isn't easy
it is scary
to ask for help, to ask for someone to listen
to your fucked up, neurotic going ons
it is 100% scary
fearful of accepting the help
pill form
speak form
whatever it may turn out to be
but here I am
and I need a little help
to take the edge off
to allow my shoulders to move away from my ears
so, friday is the day
to talk to my friend
with the watery blue eyes
kind smile and warm hands
that doesn't speak until I am finished
that looks me in the eye
never judges, never rushes me
listens to what I am saying
and what I am not saying
Saturday, May 24, 2008
What if you were standing on the Moon
staring out into complete darkness
complete stillness
complete quiet
and then...
The Universe turned on the lights
what would YOU see?
hear?
smell?
feel?
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
just me...
this is me
just me
not being someone else, not pretending to be anything
but
me
its been a long time coming
sometimes I slip
say what I dont feel or think
but I am getting better
at listening more than speaking
did you know
you dont have to talk?
you dont have to answer uncomfortable questions
if you dont want to?
you can be still
be loving
and breathe through it
I am different
my tastes are my own
and when I am just being me
those things, that person I am
is so cool
when I am in that groove
floating down that river
it feels so good
good to know what I like
to not be indecisive
to create from my center
to.just.be.me
blisswarrior
- Location:The Lone Star State
- Interests:expression of self, sprinkles, astrology, tarot, color, coffee, passion and pancakes
