Journey of an extraordinary kind - From Womb to Woman to Goddess

Today is a day to be celebrated

Tis the day of my blogmate Amy’s birth

10 Earth Years divide us

In Soul Years we’re equal

Even though it may appear differently  

Our victories are sparse

Our struggles many

Tradition stifles us

Reckless abandon fuels us

We are Mothers

We are Sisters

We are Grandmothers

We are poets

We are artists of The Word and of The Eye

We are not Women who take the label “impossible” seriously

Instead, we are Women who explore possibilities

 We are “WHY NOT” girls

Instead of “CAN NOT” naysayers

Perhaps that is why our struggles outnumber our victories

But then again…..

That depends on your perception of “struggles”

That depends on your perception of “victories”

Celebrate well my Friend

May the coming Earth Year bring you Soul stretching struggles that reward you with dance worthy victories

Sun Beams & Moon Shadows

On the road I see a menagerie of people, homes on wheels and their accumulated possessions.

Some like large toys, power boats, jeeps, quads, dune buggies.

Some downsize to motorcycles, scooters, kayaks, canoes, bicycles and the like. 

Some live small and savor a few meager possessions, content with day-to-day necessities.

Most crave what can’t be hitched, strapped or towed. 

The adrenaline rush of “movin’ on” to sights yet unseen.

Sunrises that explode with promise and hints of a today that will prove to be more fulfilling than yesterday. 

Sunsets that sync with moonrise and even though scientists say no “life” exists on these two celestial bodies, one can faintly hear a whisper pass between them as one disappears out of sight and the other rises to take its place. 

What one chooses to do between these sunrises and sunsets is totally up to them.

But I encourage you to step back a moment as the day begins and as the shift from day to evening unfolds and think about the power of these “dead” orbs.

The flaming ball of fire that makes life possible on this pea of a planet.

The shape-shifting lunar body that looks so docile yet controls the ebb and flow of our ocean’s tides.

Sometimes the most powerful forces are the most silent and the most ignored.

Each morning I thank the sun as it peeks over the horizon for His warmth and brilliance.

Each evening I thank the moon for Her beauty and peaceful glow.

And they respond by returning.

And I am grateful. 

GARDEN STREETS, BEADED BRACELETS AND MEXICAN FOOD

 

 

 

                      GARDEN STREETS, BEADED BRACELETS AND MEXICAN FOOD


We met on Garden street, well the back alley of Garden street. While the back alleys seem to fit our curious demeanors a name like "Garden Street" certainly evokes the thought of a place green and lush, serene and bountiful, secretive and creative...alive. Definitely the evolution of this great friendship we have so eagerly maintain.
Becky is often my inspiration, my creative soul mate, my goat shed hugger, my favorite cinnamon roll binger, my ego and that one who's little voice in her head...talks to mine.
A couple of weeks ago, I bought this beaded bracelet, 7 bucks! Of course, I am never satisfied with the items at the top of the basket, so I dug through and found this single one at the bottom. Different than the rest so it must be mine. Yep, I live that way, on the edge or the bottom or wherever "different" might be leading me. BTW, Becky gets that too, she lives that way.
We had a much needed girls day today, she saw my bracelet, she loved it...of course. So I took her over to the store where I bought it, disappointed there was not an exact match...oh god! Funny, how we both silently knew that it had to be that "one", it meant something. The clerk found one, Becky cut the tags off right there at the counter and put it on, a moment of excited relief. We walked out with our new soul bracelets.
We walked, we talked, we inspired each other, we shared life, we let the day lead us, we ate Mexican food and smiled like young girls when the waitress noticed our matching bracelets and said we must be BFF's, she called us "cute", HA! I suppose we are those things too.
What I like best about our friendship is not all the things we do or the talking and laughing, it's the other stuff, the quiet moments, the rawness of it, the times when no words need to be spoken, nothing needs to be explained because she knows or we know and perhaps we have always known these two souls.
Sometimes many months go by, we get eager and find that not a single moment has passed and we pick up where we left off. The lines are always open, sometimes in a quiet, meditative hum, we connect in there, between the lines.

Me : "God Becky, I hope when we grow older we will find ourselves living close to one another"
She replied : "I've always thought it would be that way"
Me : "Me too"

A Moment Of Love

We search

We seek

We tumble and fall

Looking for answers

To solve it all

Loneliness

Grief

Worry

Doubt

What the heck is that all about?

Escaping the darkness

Opening the door

To peace

Contentment

And more … Is no secret

But it is for each

To seek and find

There’s not one answer

To cut ties that bind

For some it’s religion

For some it’s a mate

For some it’s simply clearing the slate

And moving on….

But one thing happiness

And peace must include

Is a moment of Love

No matter how crude

Of Self

Continue to search

Continue to seek

Be bold on strong days

Take a rest when you’re weak

Some days are about you

Some days about others

What we all have in common

Is that we’re all Brothers

And Sisters

Seeking

Just

A Moment

Of Love.

There's A Dragon In The Desert and Lemons Falling From The Sky

There's A Dragon In The Desert

and Lemons Falling From The Sky

there's a dragon in the desert
and lemons falling from the sky

I have no words to explain it
I cannot begin to tell you why

I've seen them both
I swear I have!
with my own unbelieving eyes! 

  I've seen a dragon in the desert

and 
lemons falling from the sky

 who would have thunk these things could be?
dragons and lemons surrounding me
in such unexpected places!

 perhaps fairy tales aren't fantasy
and
lemons don't come from trees

 what if what we were taught is.....

really isn't?

what if what we were taught was not...
really has come to be?

To Rise Above ....

Prejudice

Discrimination

Segregation

  Tyranny

 Terrorism 

Is a lofty goal

Often waylaid by

Over inflated egos

Enormous personal agendas

Bloated by dreams of personal gain  

The powerful few

Slink through

Our Freedom

Hoping to hoard it all for themselves

On this 4th of July Eve

Let us reflect on the Freedoms

We often take for granted

 

And make a personal pledge of allegiance 

To stand together 

And protect the Freedoms

We are celebrating tomorrow

 

 Never forget

We are ALL the guardians of Freedom

 Military service and uniform is not required

The responsibility to protect our Freedom

Lies with each and every one of us

The only task more difficult than Rising Above

Is

Staying on Top

"Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can't ride you unless your back is bent."
Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

 

 

 

 Full Circle

the passing of yet another year reminds me of all that i've accomplished, all i've left undone and all i've yet to do.  

how does one find the balance between everyday chores and an overflowing bucket list that seems to grow longer then the years i likely have left? 

seeking wisdom on such matters is both comforting and disturbing, much like life itself.

but i continue to seek and marvel in the wonder of it all.

simplicity brings me comfort and i find myself seeking the simplicity of  Native Peoples stories, for finding harmony & truths within storytelling seems to be an art They have mastered.  


what better way to dance through life than on the wings of those who wrap their Spirits around all that "is"?  

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The Great Circle

 

-Black Elk, Oglala Lakota, 1863 - 1950

"You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.

In the old days when we were a strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred hoop of the nation, and so long as the hoop was unbroken, the people flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop, and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain, and the north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance. 

This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion. Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. 

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle, the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit meant for us to hatch our children."

  http://www.pbs.org/circleofstories/voices/voices_gallery.html

 

COOKIE!!

"New" Cookie Jar (courtesy of Ebay - $6.99)

I do not care what Doctors say

A COOKIE a day keeps sickness at bay

Oatmeal

 Raisin

Chocolate Chip

With fresh brewed coffee

Just a sip....

If that don't cure ya ... nothing will!

And tastes a damn sight better than a vitamin pill!!!!