Tuesday, June 26, 2012

wonder

photo: http://polycandelon.com

murmur: a soft or gentle utterance
murmuration: a flock of starlings

Saturday, June 23, 2012

the edge

the song in its entirety
is not relevant to me.
yet,
the word imagery of Lady Gaga
in one phrase resonates;
a lyrical line
of revelation
& significance.
an intimate space,
a moment of holiness ,
a sense of such goodness,
that I recognize
the One who knows me by name
is present.
~I'm on the edge of glory
and I'm hanging on a moment of truth~

Monday, June 18, 2012

on a dance floor

a cowboy
danced with me
3 songs in a row, last night.
he was forthright.
he told me how smart he was,
and how wealthy he was,
he told me how good looking & strong.
he told me how talented he was,
while we 2-stepped to the music.
my response after the listening:
"wow, all that and you are humble too."
(i'm not sure he heard me over the noise.)

i danced with another cowboy
who could not speak but a squeak.
his frame and voice
were altered by some harm or disease.
he motioned "would you like to dance?"
and i accepted.
we danced
3 songs in a row, in silence
and
i felt his confidence
in who he was
as an altered man,
humble, strong, & gracious.

dancing is a sensory language.
dancing speaks more than movement,
it speaks of character.
last night i learned
that confidence is
a quality that needn't introduce itself.
last night i remembered
that confidence is...
able to carry a person forward
in a steady rhythm
to an unfamiliar tune.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

habitation


this summer is a time for nesting
and a time for spreading my wings.

ART JOURNALING
with no rules
PAINTING
with fingers
SKETCHING
with intuitive marks
READING
with colored pencil underlinings
PRAYING
with wordless prayers
BELIEVING
with small faith
FLYING
in to an open space
unknown, uncharted...
and finding space to nestle in.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Late Fragment


And
did you get
what you wanted from this life,
even so?

I did.

And what did you want?

To call myself beloved,
to feel myself beloved on the earth.

~Raymond Carver