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Today there was talk about blessings and I put in my two cents, since really our opportunities could be considered blessings, but also the fact that we’re here at all could be considered one too.  In thinking of this, here is my poem for today:

As I sleep in a warm, soft bed, entangled within the legs and arms of my loved one

a blessing sweeps over me, a feeling of great divinity.

As I walk into a dangerous situation, knowing I may be arrested or even killed, fighting for equal rights,

a blessing sweeps over me, a feeling of great divinity

It gives me pause, to think those two moments can give me the same divine realization.

I pray for love and courage to be realized every day, every moment, for every one in their situations.

To realize we are a unit, not a cluster of individuals – Make your eyes see one big Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Whoopie who We could be!

Sliding into the waves you see?

We could change the way We treat We!

Maya AngelouNelson Mandela

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I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself

For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows

My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day.

The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse.

A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt and poured on feelings of inadequacy,

but because I’ve given myself room to be imperfect,

my imperfections feel more right, they are okay, they make me smile versus frown.

My dreams realized may be just the life I live – in the moments where I forgive.

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Thank you Dearest Bill for always reminding me of Coyote magic and the power of counting to 10, the strength in being what is, the love in living love and acceptance of the day as it passes and becomes another day.  I have thought of you so much in the past few days and I feel as if your passing was what was supposed to happen and that you were smiling all the way into the next form you’ve taken, whatever that is.  Your energy lives on in so many people as the healer and the figure of inspiration.  I miss you today and send your spirit my thanks and blessings.

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As the sun rays were warming the trees in the morning of Colorado skies,

I was kissing the air in thanks that I was still breathing.

As the snow effortlessly perched on top of all the green things,

I walked around the block, ran a bit, then slowed down to be grateful once again.

As the woodpecker pecked at the top of a light pole,

I stopped to gaze and wonder.

As this journey moves ever further,

I realize that it is where I have never been.

As I begin to understand the little truths and the big questions

I ask more and more and will play with a spring in my step,

as the snow perches on a blade of grass,

to melt,

to evaporate,

to become snow once more.

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Out of our periphery, we’ve long existed.

Longing for something we both possess innately.

Our songs are the jewels in our lotus blossoms.

Tall and Short.

Fragrant and Muddy.

For the sake of intimacy and nostalgia,

yet also disdainful of my incapableness to be right here,

I salute you and sing, “Lilac Wine”

A Poem to send in the mail

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A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows.

I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes.

Little rainbows if you look just right and up close.

I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain.

A shadowy cloud of snow beckons and the grains are still pelting my memory.

I don’t miss home.  I’m here again.

Feetz

#npm15 (National Poetry Month, 2015)

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As of right now, I feel elated and energized.  A snowstorm is settling into our little mountain, accumulating inches on the banisters and unburned wood stacked outside.   I just got off the phone with my dear best friend up here and she is so glad to hear of the news I am going to share with you!  I live a privileged life, there is no doubt.  I cannot say how much I appreciate everything that surrounds me and is presented into my world.  This morning, I realized a new start can come from unexpected play, grand events without planning.

Things are tasting better, feeling better and looking up.  My health is important and I will soon have some of the implements to see a more healthy me emerge from within the cave I harness.  Soon there will be juicing and more solid exercise.  More love to share.

Today I will do yoga and practice Spanish.  Tomorrow I will do yoga and practice guitar.  Guitar lesson this Thursday, I’ve been practicing a pentatonic scale in E.  Super bluesey.  The day after that I will do yoga and the Brazilian Butt Lift!! 😉 Cause I need it… I started writing a new song and I talked about that last time.  I’m going to work on that too.  Feeling good.