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Night Fall

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Peach clouds, soft gray sky

Bright crescent moon above me

Gloaming to sunset.

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Earth-shine on the moon

Rounding the crescent to full

Light is reflected.

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Fireflies are dancing

At the liminal dark edge

My favorite time.

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Dark now, moon in haze

Bugs singing in the dark trees

Night fall is complete.

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Scents and sounds of night

Jasmine and honeysuckle

Music to my nose.

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May Poetry

Evening

The gloaming shade of evening settles deeply upon me

Reminding me that I too am in the evening of my life.

A glowing orange horizon peeks through silhouettes of trees

Reflecting illuminated moments of my life obscured by dark uncertainties.

No breeze yet to waft the sweet scent of jasmine to my waiting nose

As I often waited for the perfect “something” before living my authentic life.

A soft breeze begins as early fireflies advertise their desire to an empty shade

Did I also waste my precious brilliance to abuse and indifference?

Evening gives way to night, the dark hiding the jasmine from sight but not smell

Will I know the foreign language of Old Age when my evening passes into night?

Tree Girl

http://www.philipcarr-gomm.com/tree-girl-intimate-encounters-with-wild-nature/

Staring into the Abyss

I am cut to the quick –

Betrayal slices open my heart and walks away

There will be no solace from the west – only predators.

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My anger is covered over with Labradorite layers of hurt

The slow flame shining through the rock

But there is no burning off the sorrow.

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Strength is drowning in my deep well.

My deep well – no longer safe – cannot/will not bring me home.

I am rudderless on the black ocean of stars – it is quiet except for my pain.

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A swirling, spinning spiral swallows each one in its chaotic grip

At a word.

It is voracious. Its name is Rumor. There are many children.

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How do I move through the lies thick as honey – to see a sunrise?

When everything falls away, who will be gone?

Will I know myself?

Will I be whole?

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What will I be?

Another old blog entry I am reposting here… 

An excerpt from Mark Morford too cool not to share…

It would appear there are far more stars in the sky than once believed. In fact, the raw number of stars we once thought existed in space-time might just actually triple, thanks to new findings by scientists with very large brains. The number of stars, they say, might now be somewhere around 300 sextillion.

Tasty word, sextillion. And 300 of it is a 3 plus 23 zeroes, or three trillion times 100 billion, or a number so mind-scramblingly large that to imagine it crosses some internal threshold of basic understanding, hurling us headlong into realms of magic and surreality that makes the world turn tiny and translucent.

Oh and BTW? 300 sextillion, says our sly scientist, also happens to be the rough sum total of all cells inhabiting all human bodies on planet earth at this particular moment. 300 sextillion stars, 300 sextillion cells. Isn’t that fascinating? Isn’t that an odd coincidence?

Well, no, say the wise ones. Not really. Now pipe down and get yourself awed.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2010/12/15/notes121510.DTL

This is totally cool and us magical types call this synchronicity…  LOL

Speaking of Stars, there is also the knowledge that we are made of star-stuff.  A star had to live and die (explode) into the Universe for each of us to have the elements necessary for life.

The statement that we are all “star stuff,” coined by the late astronomer Carl Sagan (not sure if this was before or after Joni Mitchell sang “we are stardust; we are golden. we are billion year old carbon”), is meant to imply more than that we are made of the same elements that stars are made of. Beyond that, the elements themselves (carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, etc.) were synthesized, cooked up as it were, in the nuclear furnaces that are the deep interior of stars. These elements are then released at the end of a star’s lifetime when it explodes, and subsequently incorporated into a new generation of stars — and into the planets that form around the stars, and the lifeforms that originate on the planets.

For every single atom of carbon within us, a star had to die.  Carbon is only created when a star explodes!

http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/space/star-in-you.html 

A wonderful video to watch from Brian Swimme on how our earth (and us) was birthed (there are seven, watch them all!):

The words, “As Above, So Below; As Within, So Without” isn’t just for witches but is the stuff of life as we know it.

I wrote this long ago before my cat passed away and back when I still went into the office on a regular basis. I work mostly from home now and my cat has been gone many years. When my boyfriend traveled for work, she and I would hear a noise, look up from what we were doing to see that no one was there. Then we would look at each other and go back to what we were doing.

But one day, something ‘felt’ different… 

I had the gut-check sensation that someone had been in my house without my knowledge or permission today.  The water button was pushed on the refrigerator instead of the ice cube button.  A very small thing, but I know without a doubt that I left the ice cube button pushed last night when I went to bed.  I didn’t check it or use it when I left for work this morning but there it was tonight; the water button light was on.  The power had been shut off at some point during the day and I was greeted with clocks blinking the wrong time when I got home.

I later thought it odd that I was more concerned about the fact that a real person might have been in my house today than I am about the spirits that I believe live and move around the house all the time.  It is an old house, built in 1939, back when permits were not required and people did whatever they could to live.  I love this house but I know that there are more people living here than me, my boyfriend, and my cat.  Doors open by themselves and cracks and creaks go through the house at all times of the day and night.  The cat and I look up and nod to the others who live here too.

 

Random thoughts from long ago that still hold true for me…

It seems so impersonal; writing on a computer. Not feeling the pen moving across the page. Not fretting over the poor penmanship, or worrying whether you will be able to read your own handwriting at some future point in time. No angst over misspelled words or misplaced paragraphs. Typing on a keyboard allows the thoughts to flow without emotional attachment. Perhaps that is the reason that so much of society is no longer personally engaged, but skims through life in sound bites and what passes for relationships in facebook posts.

I’ve often thought it was a positive movement that Bill Gates and Microsoft revolutionized human intercourse by putting a personal computer within most everyone’s reach. One must almost actively avoid using a computer; much like those who have eschewed Television for loftier pastimes or to make a political statement.

But now I am not so sure the revolution was good for humanity. We have more and faster access to information of all sorts, whether we want it or not, but what has happened to our relationships? What price did we pay for instant encyclopedic definitions and superficial interactions with our friends and neighbors? We can keep in contact with distant kith and kin, but isn’t email and texting more often being used to communicate with those who are within arm’s reach when we don’t want to reach out our arms?

Have we lost our ability to negotiate the intricacies of deep intimacy? Have I?

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