The things people say....

"I love the paint on the side of my life from having brushed against you. "

A friend recently wrote this to me in a text message and it touched me deeply. I read it often and it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around me.
                                     Thank you friend. :-)

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When I am in Bali

When I am in Bali, I feel connected to the land. To the people. To the spirits of this island in the middle of the sea. Floating on a planet in the space of the universe.

I am a small dot yet I am part of the whole. In the intricate web of life, we are all linking arms and hearts. Joining together, pouring energy of who we are into the community kettle.

We are love. A whirling swirling column of love. Nothing can penetrate. Except love. 

When I am in Bali all the bullshit is stripped away. The layers of grime that have accumulated as a wall of protection around me quickly melt away. 

The spirit surrounds me and holds me like a child. 

Flowers fall like raindrops on my head and shoulders. Holy water sprinkled over me feels like silken gold merging with my hair and my soul. 

The spirit of the mountain is strong. She is rumbling. Restless. 

It's time for us all to wake up. Rise up. Hear the call of Surya and Gaia. 
She has asked politely and now will stand in her power. Speak her truth. 

Listen to the whisper before she roars. Her breath is fire and smoke and ash. 

When I am in Bali the smell of frangiapani fills me up. The taste of chili pepper teases my tongue. The humid air on my skin makes me sweat.
Cleaning me.
Clearing me. 
My scent is turmeric and galengal and lemongrass and garlic and sweet ripe fruit. 
A world of spice on my skin.

The ocean waves crash and dance and caress the shore. Birds do the tango weightless in the air. Crabs move to and fro over mossy rocks searching for today's breakfast. 
Doves coo
Frogs croak
Mosquitoes nibble
Monkeys chatter

The rain falls
Lighting fills the night sky

And all the while the people pray. Bringing calm and beauty to everything.
Connecting heaven and earth. 
 

Morning in Bali

Before the sun I rise

The roosters crow
Welcoming a new day

Incense smoke swirls
Flower petals sprinkled in the soft breeze

Ducks in the rice field
untuck yellow bills from under soft white wing
sleepy eyes
shaking their head
flapping their wing
welcoming a new day

The slick green salamander
sneaks rice from the offering
left for the ancestors
eyes darting
this way and that

Sly monkeys swing from the trees
watching
waiting for their chance
to grab a piece of fruit
or a coffee cup
left on the balcony



A giant spider tap dances across freshly mopped floor
Welcoming a new day

It's morning in Bali

Only Love

So much information
So many distractions
It's hard to keep it together
Sometimes
Not get too fragmented

We are fragmented
So we're not as strong

We must keep it together
Pull in tight
Tuck in and fly
Across the chasm

When we make it to the other side
Every single cell
Every particle of our being
Will light up

Magnified. Amplified
Electrified
Humming with perfect
brilliant light

Radiating. Permeating.
No procrastinating
Love making

I roll myself into a ball
Like the potato bug
The armadillo

Tuck in tight
Through desert storms
Hurricanes of hate
Terrified of love

Weather the cloud of filthy words
And egregious acts
Hierarchy. Oligarchy. Patriarchy.

Locker room talk
Grab her by the pussy
He said
It's just locker room talk

Frantic of the Divine power rising
She who gave birth
The creator of us all

Grab her by the pussy
She won't mind
It's just locker room talk

I tuck inside
Look inside
The wisdom is there

Let the winds howl
All around me
I am safe
Tucked inside

Hibernating
Incubating
Gathering strength
For everything
That lies ahead

When the bullshit is stripped away
When the hate dries up

There is only love......

Buffalo Blessing

I am told by a friend that an old sacred buffalo has passed
to the great beyond
The owners want to do a ceremony and honor him now

They called him "Shaker"

We gather on a mountainside in the snow
Our ceremony items in hand
Drums, sage, sweet grass, sacred pipe, tobacco and blessed water
from the Standing Rock reservation

We sing Lakota blessing songs with the beat of our drums.
We walk around his giant body, sprinkling tobacco along with our prayers
And drops of holy water

Thanking him

The buffalo energy swirls around us
Making me shake
Tears fall from my eyes
at the beauty of it all
and the honor of being there

He will stay where he lay
After being brought to this quiet hillside
Where he won't be disturbed
Except by those four legged and winged ones
Who will take part
In the great circle of life

July Moon

Love
Clearing
Settling
Breathing
New light
New day
Gratitude

Bridges to what is next

Selenite wand white and green
In plush pile of purple velvet
Regal and soft
Peeling back the layers



 

Filling me with light
So much light
I can hardly breathe

I crumple into a heap
My skin suit in a pile
on the kitchen floor

de-flated

I float away
On the energy of love
It is all there is
Filling every cell 
every particle of space
And time

She is looking at me
through the glass

And like a flash
I come back
Filling my suit
with life

In-flating

Like the wacky waving balloon tube man
In front of the furniture store
 

Doors

Day spent in the warm summer sun

laughing
rolling
singing
dancing
talking story

friends
soul mates
celebrating another trip around the sun

Good for the soul

Later in the night
settling down for slumber
red door opens
and opens again
before closing with a bang




Spirits of the mountain

bringing in a new breeze
new life
new energy
new stories
new adventures

letting go of things
no longer needed

I'll ride the wave
see where it goes
pay attention
listen to my heart
grab the reins
wander outside the corral



There's a small church
a sacred place
on the spot where I now sleep

long ago
they came to talk
with The Great Spirit

 and The Star Nation

Offer tobacco
and prayers
honor the earth
pray for peace

The Sundance

H2O

Smooth as silk
on a hot summer morning

fluffy clouds
in piercing blue sky
calling for change

As soon as I launch
and glide
the meditation begins

Paddle kissing the water
stroking
connecting
moving
flowing

Fish jumping
Birds calling
Boats humming
Fishermen fishing
Airplanes floating

A different world

Out on the water

Sparrow Medicine

She is there
in the drive
body seemingly too small
to sustain life

A little downy lump
Almost out of gas

What should I do?
She looks at me
with a drowsy eye
so tired
It's too much
she seems to say

She must have tumbled
from the high eves of the carport

Where the sparrows dwell
and sing and work and play

She's not moving
Broken wing broken body

I get down on hands and knees
in the stifling hot of a summer day
give her some water dropped from my finger

Her yellow beak
like a big clown smile
eagerly drinks the precious fluid

Mni wiconi
Water is life

I pick her up gently
from behind the gritty hot car tire
place her in a bowl with red towel
she burrows beneath
moving slow

I wonder if she'll make it
or if her short life is finished

I talk to her sing to her
her eyes open wide
she looks and listens

I ask her to stay
I'll stay with her I say
Get better so you can fly away home

She makes not a sound
too weak

I put the bowl inside a box
poke holes in the top
just like when I caught a snake as a child

I place crystals and healing stones around her
A wooden angel to watch over her
I sprinkle holy water
and cover her with love

My dreams are so many
happy ones
joy
I hear sparrows calling chirp chirp
singing their medicine songs

I wake and realize the sound is coming from the little box
though holes poked in the top

She's alive and talking
Calling for her mama

She's strong enough to push the lid up
and escape
I find her in the sink put her back in the box
I know it's time to say goodbye

Out to the garden
she eagerly jumps out of the box and hides beneath
a big green plant

Mama is there
calling from the tree

Goodbye little sparrow
thank you for gracing me
with your beauty
and your medicine

Native Nations March on Washington

Drums beat
On cold city streets

She offers prayers to the creator

Bless the water
Falling down on us now

Thank you Father Sky

Singing chanting praying
Sage burning
Feet dancing

Mni Wiconi
Water IS Life


The people's faces
As we march by

Confusion
Turning to understanding

Connection
With the heart

Our hearts
The heart of Gaia

Clean water for all of us
We are water

The Divine Feminine Rising
To help heal

The earth is her womb
Don't rape and abuse her anymore

Honor her
She who gave us life

Without our mother
There is no life

Ravish

To Ravish:
To fill (someone) with intense delight; enrapture: "ravished by a sunny afternoon, she had agreed without even thinking"
synonyms: enrapture, enchant, delight, charm, entrance, enthrall, captivate



Ravish me
Oh
Ravish me
Ravish me till I can barely see
The magic moons in stars above
In the whisper quiet
There is only love