If I’d only known the cost
hard earned wisdom would be lost
And I would never gain the power
to release the anger bitter-sour
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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!
The Conquering Spirit
I heard the winds of petitioning change howling ‘cross my floor
With courage bound beneath my wings, I opened up my door
The zephyr stole the tendril rooted as a graft for something more
Then whispered inspirations of hope to lift me up to soar
The torch of passion lit a match within my questing flame
to engulf the hearts of lovers true so they would know my name
The fuel that sparked me from the hearth that offered me fair game
has rallied blazing scars of power, on which to stake my claim
I felt the waves of transitional change sprinkling on my skin
The enterprise crashed over me, before I knew to swim
The tidal pools they pull me down beneath the spiraling spin
But the riptide it allows me surf; to shore it brings me in
My feet were planted firmly down beneath the molding clay
which were planted in the sanctioned soil that sent me on my way
The rocks beneath my nomadic feet gather no moss today
The earthen field I stand upon gives gardens of rosy bouquets
Are you in there?
I am the dirty little secret; the gate-keeper of his justice
Cloaked in the farthest back corner of his closet of emotional ruckus
Sometimes doctors visited. Some would prod around the rubbish
But they could never find me because they didn’t have the compass
They’d take turns trying to discover where my true self thrived
by poking me with invisible sticks, wondering if I were still alive.
Oh! I am still alive. I am very, very much alive.
When I became the forgery demonstrating his famine-lies
I became the masquerade a dancing puppet super-sized
Nobody could hear my darkness under shrouds of harm
Nobody could tell me anything without red flag waving alarm
I got along with nobody, because we were the same
Nobody was the better of us, better at shirking shame.
I made nobody up so I wouldn’t feel so alone
because Everybody kept feasting on my well-gnawed bones.
I escaped from my slumber when the trash was taken out
I opened my three eyes, discovered peace of mind devout
I shed the garbage like a snake sheds its skin
I discovered my diamond, my value, his sin
I grew formidable cloaked in starlight; causing a dither
while he suffocated himself, decayed and withered.
I am the dirty little secret, but my truth is being bold
I’ll be the beacon for those lost in darkest treachery told:
You have no worth. You have no a beloved’s face.
I offer a flashlight towards the egress of freedom’s fair grace.
These Are My People: ORUUC
I’m not a religious person. I don’t classify or call myself anything in particular except maybe leaning towards spiritual. It’s not because I don’t believe in “something” but because I see validity is so much. A few years ago, I felt a strong push as I heard a loud voice tell me to go to the ORUUC. Over the course of two years I found the family I’d been promised by the winds. They didn’t come in the shapes, sizes, or ages I expected, but there is not a doubt in my heart or soul they are my blood kin.
From the youngest children, such as Rayn, to the oldest of children such as Miss Marge, I was blessed with knowing, learning, and understanding some of the most beautiful people I could have asked for. Outside of the confines of the church there were some people whom could meet my level of tomfoolery, but never in my adult life have I found the encouragement to be everything I was meant to be as I did there.
But how can I say that an entire church is my family? A church? It hardly seems possible. What I learned from them, will follow me everywhere I go because I value the life-lessons I was given.
Be Passionate
When I first started going to the Unitarian Universalist Church, I was wisely advised to take my time in selecting what I wanted to do because everything has passionate players. They weren’t kidding. I watched the different volunteer positions to see which I felt I could be enthusiastically involved with. I discovered I loved to greet people, loved to protect, and loved to serve. I ended up joining the safety team, co-leading the hosts and greeters, as well as serving as fifth Sunday usher. I even did coffee a couple times. Find what you’re passionate about and without excuse or what-if’s, jump in and do it.
Learn Names
One of my favorite things to do on a Sunday morning was to be greeter. I have a knack for remembering the names with faces I see often. I could greet nearly everyone in our medium sized congregation by name as they approached the door. That I could do that, hug them, welcome them, demonstrated I truly was glad to see them. Learning people’s name that you see every day no matter who they are is key to discovering some of the coolest people you might never had opportunity of doing so if not for that small effort. When you remember people’s names, they know that someone in the world knows they exist. I believe that’s crucial to mental health.
Talk is cheap, Action is richer
Many times I’d listen to people in the neighborhood where I lived talking about how unhappy they were with where they lived (I was one of them for a while), their circumstances, their addictions, their kids, the etc. What I noticed was that none of them were doing anything to change any of that. They just noted it sucked but continued the same behaviors. I learned that it’s okay to complain because, really, that’s just an acknowledgment that an issue exists.
Once you’ve realized there is a problem, making a difference is the only way that problem will go away. You can kick sand over it, behave like an ostrich, or pretend it doesn’t exist, but once you know it’s there, it’s the Universe’s way of nudging you to make it better. Terry Goodkind wrote in his Sword of Truth series (loosely quoted), “You already know what the problem is, think of the solution.”
I saw solutions pouring out of the people at ORUUC far more than I saw problems. It was the most collaborative group of people I’ve ever worked with. Even when hackles got ruffled, which happens in any large group, everyone worked to make sure that the final solution was a balance. Do what you need to do to bring the positive changes into the world because happiness is worth it.
Fool for love
Pastor Jake Morrill’s closing words for the services he gives are ones I took to heart. He says, “Be pilgrims for justice and fools for love!” What profoundly simple words with such an enormous responsibility behind them. If he chose a different closing, I’d walk away rather bummed because I truly took on the challenge when he would use it.
I believe we should all fall madly in love with the world every day. No excuses, just open your eyes and fall. Even the people or things that irk your sensibilities the most are worthy of love. It’s not for you to choose who is okay or what is okay to love, just do it.
I’m not in any way implying that you can’t have preferences, nor that you should eliminate safety measures for the sake of love. I’m saying that when you look at the world as if it were your intimate lover and you its muse, you’ll find a different kind of kismet with the divinity that is everything; The atom of begin times, the eve of creation.
To clarify, I call everything the Universe, because as a rule, we can all agree there is one. If I called the Universe God, then that specific version that you know/doubt/reject/hate/don’t believe in, would negate this idea. BUT! If I call it the Universe, we can meet at whatever version of that ultimate we accept.
Using this idea, be the fool for love because love has a transformational magic that can be witnessed where two hearts meet in unison. Thus, if you’re falling madly in love with the world every breath you take, does it not then make sense that love will rule your world? And further that love will light your path to happiness because love doesn’t hurt? Indeed. As I was taught by those who love me there, be that fool for love.
A village
A short while before I moved away, I received an email that reminded the Sunday volunteers of the roles they promised to step in to fill. A reply to that email was astounded at the amount of people that took responsibility to make the service appear to be without effort. It made me giggle a bit because I was actively involved in the volunteer activities. I knew how many people it took because of that.
Sidenote: My husband would get really frustrated with me because I’d try to do way more than my body could handle. He’d have to verbally remind me, “Mare, you’re not Atlas. You don’t have to do everything yourself.”
It’s the same when facing life’s many challenges (like moving out of state with a weeks notice). You’re not Atlas. Just like sharing your great experiences with your friends, sharing burdens makes them easier to bear as well. Nothing limits you to only putting on your good face. Being a human with All The Bumpy Bits is by far more deeply satisfying overall in my experience. When you find people willing to be human with you, that’s a rare and beautiful gift. Shine for them even from your darkest places. It’s worth it.
There are so many lessons I’ve learned from the beautiful people I am honored enough to call my friends at ORUUC that I couldn’t possibly cover it in one writing. I hope you will bear with me as I process this tremendous life shift. Together we can be incredible humans together on this wild journey called life.
NaPoWriMo 040415: Sipsy
Fried Green Tomatoes At the Whistle Stop Cafe, Fannie Flagg
I knew the love that woman had was something deep woods
It was something that was taken for granted, but everyone understood.
You do not cross that line between what is wrong and what is good
Not without the skillet in hand bouncing off that head of blood.
I knew the love that woman had was something a thief would rue
It was something everyone claimed to not know, but we already knew.
When she looked into my eyes before that blow bid Frank his adieu
I grinned and nodded approval at her, because a mother’s love is true.
Thinkful Gratitude
When I was younger, I never felt as if I had enough of anything. I felt greedy for attention, lusted after riches, begged, borrowed, and yes even stole to acquire more. I felt that if I could surround myself with things I saw others be so happy with, I would finally be happy. That carried on into my first marriage where I used things as substitutions for the love that was absent from my life.
As I grew in age, I began to understand that no amount of material goods would give me what I was looking for in my heart. That new pair of shoes, new car, new pan, new…anything would never fill that void. Even though I still hadn’t discovered what exactly that void was, I knew my needs weren’t being met by my buying things. I moved away from that behavior.
I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t enjoy a good shopping trip, but I’d rather focus on the company I keep instead of the goods I may get. I try to shop only when I need something like food or a pair of pants, for example because I’m less likely to just randomly spend money I don’t have. But, overall, I don’t go shopping with the sole intention of purchasing something. It has to be pretty spectacular (like my goldfish shirt or my hugger shirt) to necessitate me buying something.
My evolution made me realize that my emotional needs weren’t being met, so of course I attached myself to a man who was emotionally unavailable because he matched me at that point. Matched me enough for me to realize that the absence of emotional connection was what I was missing. I started to reach out emotionally to those I trusted to test the waters of truth in myself. I found rejection from him but I found acceptance from a few others which kindled a small flame in my heart.
I broke from that shell in much the same way as I did the other, I evaluated, realized, understood, and moved on to the next stage. I’d realize material goods are nice, but they are not where love is found. I realized that connection is as important to the growth and understanding of myself and others but it wasn’t enough. But what was I missing?
By the time I reached my third “stop” searching for love, I was broken. I had nothing of material value. My mask of makeup had been stripped away. My body had been violated. My spirit was barely breathing. I had but a basic foundation of self. A rudimentary understanding that there was something far more than what I had. I longed for whatever it was. I was disconnected from my body, mind, spirit, and self. I was lost and I knew it.
The next five years allowed me to find what I’d been missing. Out of all the crazy weirdness, I found myself. I’d hidden under the covers of degradation, humiliation, anger, hurt, fears, shame, guilt, and most of all, self-loathing. Through the unconditional love from my friends who saw me, nurtured me, loved me, cleansed me of my clutter, helped lift me up from cowering into standing, I learned to be me.
I felt like a toddler. I took uncertain steps and with coaxing, love, and laughter, I stepped into the sun of Arizona, born of the Phoenix, almost literally. The Painted Desert showed me colors that I knew existed but had never seen before as Stephanie and I passed through the landscape. The smell of Christmas that Flagstaff has all year round filled me with a sense of giving, but Shanna gave me the gift of acceptance of myself. She showed me love every step of the way. Carrie sealed me with a sense of naked belonging. I didn’t have to wear a mask of any kind around her. She adored me. I adored her. We sang the songs of unity, all of us. I learned to rise from the ashes in Arizona.
My testing grounds are my battle grounds I stand on now. I don’t have to justify myself to anyone. I don’t have to answer to anyone but myself. I do anyway, but I don’t have to. I can say no without explanation. I can say yes without reason. I can protect. I can serve. I can pull pranks. I can be everyone I’m supposed to be but on my terms. I’ve had to strip away everything in the ashes of my old life to rise again, but I am quite happy being who I am now.
When I look around at the world through these child-like eyes of mine, I see such beauty that sometimes I weep with joy. I see the smile of a person towards one of their own and the light of gratitude flashes brightly. That’s the light of love. Gratitude. Where there is love, there is gratitude for every little gift given, every glance, every ribbing and inside joke. There is thankfulness in each breath when a loved one is ailing. There is thinkfulness.
There is relief then peace when gratitude is found and met in one’s life. Every day that I’m mindful, I can be thinkful (misspelled on purpose as a hybrid of thankful and thinking): I am grateful for the quiet music in the background. I am thinkful for my visit. I am thinkful for my computer to write this. I am full of gratitude that I’m loved. I am just thinkful that my needs are all met, my body is rested, warm, and full.
Each moment I’m grateful is one that allows me to notice things differently than others because I’m tuned to the gratefulness in my life. It’s similar to breathing in love, breathing out gratitude. In a way it’s like looking for the silver lining in everything, whether perceived as good or bad, like my Uncle taught me so many years ago. Gratitude is the silver lining.
Blundering Buffoon
I’m not ready to put a stone on the places we’ve been before
But your sanctimonious bullshit is throwing up on my floor
I pride myself on tolerance of those less fortunate than I
But sir, you’re mentally unsound with your barking madness cries
With every judgment you utter, I cringe from every lie
And under your false pretenses, that plank in your eye for an eye
Is pissing me off and removing my guilt and my shame
By pointing three fingers back at you with histrionic blame.
Cut the shit you ridiculous twit and educate yourself
Take your head out of your ass and bear the cross yourself
Fire Walkers
Come join in the dance of the Firewalkers
Come join in the song of the giving
Come join in the joy of the fearless talkers
Come join your hearts of the living
Once they were lost in pain and sorrow
Once they denied it, no joy to borrow
Once they’d forgotten who they were
Once they left for freedom unsure
Once they were nothing but frightened
Once they were hurting and raw
Once they were banished by self-induced exile
Once they were blind to what they saw
Once they rejected a healing touch
Once they gave in to what seemed too much
Once they refused of life to play a part
Once they closely guarded their jaded hearts.
We sing:
Come join in the dance of the Firewalkers
Come join in the song of the giving
Come join in the joy of the fearless talkers
Come join your hearts of the living
Once they were left broken and crying
Once they were deluged with the lying
Once they felt left out in the cold
Once they were rejected for being so bold
Once they were chastised for their thinking
Once they were left to their addictions and drinking
Once they refused the hand that was offered
Once they had drained all of false-love’s coffers
Once they’d gotten lost in the days
Once they felt overcharged and way underpaid
Once they found comfort in self destructive ways
Once they refused to kneel and pray.
Now they sing:
Come join in the dance of the Firewalkers
Come join in the song of the giving
Come join in the joy of the fearless talkers
Come join your hearts of the living
Now that freedom is here with you
Now we can help release pain from you
Come join in the dance of the Firewalkers
Come join in the song of the giving
Come join in the joy of the fearless talkers
Come join your hearts of the living
Gaia, a tribute
Fertile is her breath and blood
To shower the world’s full girth
With lusty creations bursting forth
To populate her earth
She blooms and blossoms, swollen up
To share new life through birth
We belong beneath the laughing light
Of her full figured mirth
She rules the night, on the moon she rides
As sure as change and flooding tides
The heavens obey her slightest command
Maelstrom storms as she demands
With strength and ferocity she stands her keep
At day she rests but doesn’t sleep
Shout prayers of joy surrounding her
As swollen as she stands
Upon the past and future time
Through the hourglass of sands.






