Road Trip

Head and
Heart
know a
Full blown come apart
Passion
Took a lashin
Upside the backside
In life's landslide
Emotion
Commotion
Locomotion
Off the track
Heart attack
Pull up the slack
The chips are stacked
Against my forward stride
No time for emotional suicide
I rise, battered, but I stand
High on this land
Heart revived
I am alive
Head will clear
Looking back...rear view
mirror
The vessel for my tears
Let them fly off in my speed
Nothing here to impede me  
but me....out of my own way
Motor running, no time to delay
I am off to a new start
New head, new heart
Blown back together...no longer apart
Pieces reassembled, building a relationship
A journey to myself... my sacred road trip

Where I Am.....Now

 

If my heart knew then what it now knows

Would I live my love the same

Would I move in the ways I chose to go

Would I relive the joy and the pain

To be where I am now.... today

 

Or would I walk away from the trails

of this long and winding road

We have boldly strode 

in our sweet triumphs and epic fails

To be where I am not..... now

 

All I know is what my heart sings to me

That life is a road walked in tandem

Or alone when the trail presents narrowly

Finding love along the way, seemingly random

Delivered to me, where ever I am

 

My heart knows what she knows

She knows me and she knows you

She knows love as the pictures show

Life painted in all her smokey hues

Here I am......now

The Mirror

Mirrored memories

Electric eccentricities

Tender truths

Whispered whimsy

Saddened suddenly

Surprised sweetly

Silent Sea

supporting me

 

In the mirror of my past

are my

many memories

 

Times of turmoil

tempered

Past passions

pacified

Sacred sanctuary

sought, satiated

Wooded wandering

walks

 

Alive in the mirror

of my past.....

my

many memories

 

Beautiful

births and bounties

Painful processes

passed on

Memories melded and

mirrored

Reflected, reviewed

replaced

 

Residing in the reflection

of the mirror...

My memories

 

Faces

Places

Races run

Battles fought

Love known

People I forgot

 

My heart knows it

all again

As I gaze into the

magic mirror

of my meandering

memories

 

 

 

 

Hestia, the keeper...For Hugh

Silently
The sun arose
on fire
this magic morning
Orange!!
Sacral chakra sunrise
For you and all
you desire
The day, which seemed so
far away not so
long ago
Has found itself
delivered to your doorstep

The messenger...
Goddess Hestia
has blessed you
In a full on salute
to you
On this day, yours

And all my
heart knows
is Joy!
For you and all
you desire
I rise, orange and ablaze
with love for
your dream
Today.....realized

And my heart is warmed
by the rise of the
sun
ablaze
Not unlike the fire
warming a
house......
waking

Yes, My heart knows such
joy for you...
Blessed by Hestia
Goddess of the home fires
As she rises to greet
you
For she is the
Keeper of
the
HEARTH

Naviagate the Gray.....for my People of Pink

Aching heart
The horse behind
the cart
again
Messed up melodies...
The world and all
of her
maladies

How to make the hurting
stop
It intensifies with each tick
and tock
The relentless beat of the
world clock

Time seems to be running
out
In the streets of sorrow
and shouts
Did we forget that it is still
about

Taking care of each other?

Going inside my self
to understand
The hurt I carry for my fellow
man
Gonna sit with that today
as my
starry sky turns
gray

Am going to run far far
away

From the world's incessant
pain
I'll be back after sitting with the
rain
and the turmoil we are all feeling
now
Love and peace..... the remedy
This truth I share
with you
is how

To navigate the gray

For once the gray becomes
again a
beautiful blue
and drifts as a cloud
away.....
It will surely
return to
weigh down the world
another day

Tis why we are here
To quell the world's
loveless stink
And cover it safe
and
purely
pink
With love and peace
in countless ways

We live in concert with
the gray

All of My Days...for Jill

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All of my days
Summed up into one lifetime
All of my ways
Became the me I shared
with you

The me that laughed in the wind
The me that cried at the
world's cruelty
The me that created such
beauty on blank
space

Pieces of life painted....
across the canvas
Across the miles and
through the
waves

All of the me-s
All of my days I shared
with you
In all of the ways I knew
how to share

My brush is now still
as am I
I am off to find that canvas
in the cosmos
That requires my touch
Wandering with the stars in the
wind
Across the miles and through
the waves

All of my days I treasured
with you
As we shared the laughter
the tears and the beauty
Painted together... on the canvas
blank
The canvas....the life we
shared

Display our painting on the walls
of your heart
and there it shall reside....
 forever
Beauty created across a lifetime
all of my days
all of my ways
all of me

Perfectly Alone

In my sea of silence
I bob up and down with the waves
Salty and safe
my sea

Me, alone, perfectly
nothing but me and my sea
Silence, bobbing, still
peace

still.....................
beautifully uncomplicated
unavoidably amazing
bobbing, waves, me
shhhhhhhhhh

 

 

And it does know.....

Wow, it has been a while since I last sat down and quieted myself with Dan and his art so I could write again. I knew when I returned from Peoria that the timings around my excursions with him would revamp and transition. I knew my heart would know when it was time to extract the wisdom inside of me again.

And here I am with this perfect song presented as a much welcomed gift.


There is not much to convey today, other than the truth that the heart knows, the soul knows and the body follows. If we can allow that to be true, we can learn to give ourselves respite and permission to just BE when and however we need to. 

That is all, that is what I came to say today. Give yourself permission to BE, however the BEing presents itself.

As I sign off, The Reach comes on.......Hello, family! <3 While I do miss you, I feel your love within me stronger each day.

My Friend, My Past

The past.....beckons and calls us.
Are we to relive, or re-examine her, or just simply allow the connection to be full and grand? Our past is a synergistic mosaic of all we have ever done, thought, felt and denied ourselves.....all we have allowed ourselves.

How do you view your past? As a gift for future movement; a stepping stone..... as a curse, as a fearful place that freezes you and steals your future? Why would you give your future away?

Today I ask you to consider building a relationship with your past and allow her to become a companion that is wise and comforting, like an ancestor or a trusted friend you seek counsel from.
No one knows you better than you do, this is so true. So, befriend yourself......become the world's foremost authority on YOU.

Your heart knows that you are unique, wise and deserving of friendship from your inner true self. Do you know this too?

The Children We Were...

The children we were
Are the adults we become
When we realize this truth
We are set free

We can explore the people we wanted to be
then....

Because then....we knew our true selves
Then we trusted our feelings and our knowings
Until someone else told us.....
not to

When you get to the point in your life
Where you realize this simple truth
You can begin to be the you
The child always knew you could be

A child shall lead you
Back to your self
If you lead yourself back...
To the child you once were