The trees do not whisper my name in the voice of a billion stars.
The sun shadows my upturned face denying my gate
My cries of desperation, clinging to the echoing melody fall away
Dripping in autumnal colors, released from the iced earth;
A presence not present, to my dismay, but somewhere waiting to be unpacked
Unearthed from the cardboard grave where its been held hostage
By my unreasonable, childish demands, that I should not change.
The place my spirit abides is dark to me because I’ve become unplugged
I’m looking. I’m searching. I must find my outlet so my spirit can remember
So I can remember the laughter of water, the chatter of dust, my place in the Universe.
Category Archives: Notes to Self
Moon Mother
Of our spirit comes forth a light that cannot be denied
A token of our birthright, our power her wedded bride
Raise our hands up to the moon to draw her down to see
Sing in sky-clad voices, to the tune played three times three
Hark! Hail! We greet you with our bodies meet your night
Hark! Hail! We honor you with this our hearth-fire light.
Hark! Hail! We beckon you to join our ecstasy
Hark! Hail! We dance for you, dear Mother, Blessed Be!
Do not be afraid
As you are an ocean of tears, so are you a world of forgiveness. A haven of justice filtered through human imperfections that allows opportunity for love with each challenge to your comfort.
You possess free will enough to elect whether you embrace change or if you allow fear to petrify your heart into jaded segments. How can you gaze upon a child’s pain with no desire to make the world innocent for them; for yourself?
It is inevitable that your faithful trust in your brethren will be accosted with confusion or anger towards your generosity. But, the price you pay now, will be small compared to the cost of refusal should you deny your righteous compass.
Turn to your true north, even being different than your friends, to find what makes your spirit, your very essence scream with the ecstasy of rapturous delight. Give permission to yourself to be extraordinarily outstanding in a world that only allows what is nurtured to bloom and grow.
If you find yourself in the forest of darkness with bruised, bloodied, or damaged limbs falling from your own family tree, notice where they’re planted. See how shallow or how deeply those roots linger in the earth by releasing your primal self to its care.
Drink from the knowledge of the river bend that granted your ancestors life to flood your own flesh. Sing in the voice of your grandmother, your grandfather, and those back to the beginning of time’s pacing.
Decree your path without word because what you say can be erased, what you do is how you progress through your life unhindered; calling like-minded to your shores. The shores of the ocean of tears that surrounds your world of forgiveness are yours for the sake of personal redemption.
Setting down the son
I wanted to love you beyond reason
to tuck you under warm blankets
inhale the scent of your freshly bathed skin
pressing my lips to your cool forehead
stroking your hair back from your face
so I could memorize it until dawn.
I wanted to embrace you with hugs
to protect you from the angry, vengeful world
to be your advocate for justice until you spoke
your first words in defense of your right to exist
that I could offer you a vocabulary for peace
that would last throughout your lifetime
I wanted family intimacy to gestate organically
with inside jokes created with one another
stories built upon our common history
beliefs based on a mutual understanding
goals set and met together in blood-line unity
Cherished memories transmogrified into legends
BUT
I stand here holding a bin full of dusty artifacts
every imagining I’d dreamed about abandoned
discarded into a tornadic swipe of desolation
Emptied of sacredness into the seasonal winds
My love, hugs, and hope for a family with you
have perished due to your intentional self-destruction
I mourn for you as if you had passed the veil
I see evidence of you in portraits lying happily
with smiles that don’t eat your eyes with joy
except for mine which shine with implicit trust
passionate encouragement radiates towards you
so brightly that you cringed away, scalded by love
that didn’t hurt but should have flayed your skin
because that’s what you were taught by my blood
I wish you peace.
I wish you love.
I wish you happiness.
I wish you a life worth living.
I wish you to know that I’d do it all again.
10 Behaviors of Genuine People
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I am in the habit of behaving this way. How many of these do you meet on a daily basis?
Source: 10 Behaviors of Genuine People
Rumble Strip
Here!
Let me strip naked, remove my facade,
so you can see inside of me
that I’m human
and not God
Here!
Let me wipe away my poker face
so you can peek beneath the mask
realize my barren
mundane task
Here!
Let me demonstrate how dying feels
be locked up without parole
be removed totally
life without a soul
Dave Looney Sr., My dad
Today I’m in a deep state of admiration for my dad. I’ve been dangling carrots in front of you for a while, but truly, if you understood, you’d be madly in love with him too.
My dad is a man of courage, strength and integrity. He not only served America in the United States Navy as a Sea Bee (from which he retired), but he also struck out to begin a life away from everything he’d ever known. Not only was he incredibly good at solving problems, creating opportunities, waiting until he was ready to accept responsibilities, but he could also move large electrical wires as part of his career in a Union shop for Consumer’s Energy (from which he retired). And he did this all with a strong sense of morals and ethics he learned by choosing to be more than he was told he was worth.
When I think of how much he had to overcome from his upbringing, from the Vietnam War, from the struggles against poverty while raising a family of four children and maintaining a relationship with his new wife during a 1970’s economy, all while working any hours he could get his hands on to provide, I’m in complete awe.
While it is true I’ve been accused (accurately so) of putting men I’ve married or dated on a pedestal, if they only knew half of why I expect so much out of a man is because of my dad, and first from my Grandfather Louis A Coleman, Jr, then perhaps they’d have realized I wanted to hold them in the same esteem. Ben Stotler is trying hard to meet that lofty place because he sees the same thing I do.
My only regret is that I didn’t know how very great he is until I got to hang out with him as much as I have and look at him through the eyes of love. Dave Looney, you’re top hats all the way with true class, honesty, and an incredibly beautiful soul that I aspire to be like.
Pearls=Wisdom
Burst forth
Through the gate
The military straight fence posts stand sentinel against wildlife.
It amuses me when the rabbits squeak through to indulge in
the abundance of ripened fruit dripping from the vines
Ripe tomato juices blooding the hand-crafted stairs with their offerings
while the green beans are green together, envious of size
The wind sculpture shifts in time to the darkened rolling clouds
it startles the rabbits back through the gate to another buffet
I wonder if this is what beauty looks like when it is no longer imaginary.
I wonder why the voice I spoke to every day feels absent.
I wonder if I remembered to pack it or if someone else did it for me.
I wonder if it will return with barrels blazing with razzle-dazzle or
if it will slip in quietly through the gate to show me a different way to be.





