Sister Wind

Sister Wind sat with me for coffee
This dark morn
She fell upon me hard and cold
No whisper.....a cry, a howl
A cold slap which upon my cheek
did leave its mark
Red and ruddy....sharp, stinging
The hand print of my sister lingers
On my cheek trailed with tender
yet turmoiled tears
I asked her... "Why would you slap me when I am
down already, sister?"
Her reply, brisk and loud like a thunder clap
came to me sharply
"How else am I to blow your ills away?
I had to knock them out of your hand with my own hand."
I replied to her "thank you"
And I returned inside, grateful for her bravery
and for my moment of allowance of the cold truth
shouted to me in the wisdom of my
goddess sister WIND.

Now I'm Really Dating My SELF

First Date

                     Feet on terrain familiar
I wanted to show her my hood
Where I walk when I want to wander
and wonder
as I figure it all out
and often, as I forget, or in this case
remember

                                   I took her along today
We witnessed the bright green seedlings of the trees
Post storm, huddled together and still clinging now in the
aftermath......they, still in gorgeous green groups
Patterning the concrete, painting it
in waves...left to lie where the water beat them down
off the limbs of the trees
off the leaves they grew next to for many months
to the ground, hard and unforgiving
And still, and wet, they cling to each other
We must cling to each other
Protecting and praising and loving
Holding on in the storm
And regrouping afterwards
in the aftermath

She let me hold her hand for a while
When we were on the path in the woods
along the lake, the lake that no human has known
Sacred home to waterfowl
No humans to foul the waters pristine
Briefly I thought of floating out there in a small
craft
Alongside these winged wanderers of the water
For surely they must be at peace, out there alone, floating

Uh, hey, selfish, ugly human she said to me
Did you hear what you just said...
What makes you worthy of sharing that space with them?
Why do you think they would allow you to trample
the golden gracious place they live?
Wanna get over yourself.....human?

                         She almost left then....
I felt the shift in her, as she let go my hand
Blame her, I do not
I did not want to be there then, either
I kept expecting the phone call, you know the rescue one
on a date....the one that gives you the out if you
need it
it never came....thankfully

I left her at my door, for a bit to come here and write
Hoping someday I will share this awareness with her on a rainy day
when she needs to know, I know
We were made for each other.....
me and my SELF
We are each other...I almost forgot that

Someday, I will gently sing this to her
years from now, if we make it that far...I got a feeling
about her
She's the one I've been waiting for
Today I found the woman I am going to spend the rest
of my life with....

First Post Date phone call

 

She called,real quick like to remind me....that song, yeah pay attention..

You are at the Point of Know return...I allow my knowing to be clear like the ringing of bells long silent.

In my silence I rejoice for those bells, yet, I remain blissfully still

wrapped in the blanket I call silence

 after thoughts....

She fills my brain, this woman who smells like rain and snorts when she laughs. I can not wait to be with her again......damn,am I opening myself up for love......must process that! Off  to work, but all I will be thinking about is spending more time with....her. She's gotten under my skin....she's good, that one.....sigh. Sly self.....crafty lady...sneaky...I like it!

After, after thoughts....

How many days do I have to wait to call my SELF for another date?


Second Date

We talked on the phone, Q and A, back and forth....laughing, sighing...listening... deeply hearing.
Knowing.....forever, I will know this about her. I know another person on such a full level.
I love this woman, she has faced demons, and returned standing taller each time. I want to be just like her.....and I shall be. I am her.





Paint it Pink

The sun rise glows in the sky

painting the sky pink

It is another dawning day.. watching the hours go by

and I just can't clearly think

You have come and awakened me

painting my heart pink

Knowing the tune and where the words should be

without each other, we are out of sync

Please take your paintbrush and paint the world

paint the world pink

Perhaps then, our wings can unfurl

this may be the missing link

If we lived in a perfect place

if the place were painted pink

Maybe we could match our pace

and the distance between us would shrink

Until then.. I paint a road to your pink heart 

I paint the road also pink

There may be no end to this masterpiece I start

So to brush and palette I become linked

The challenge is laid out grandly before us

we paint the challenge pink

Your brush and mine painting the words to the chorus

As these words and the tune become distinct