Dawning

In the wake of the 60’s finest hour. It’s dawn in late August, 1969, the “60’s” are pretty much over. The concert is definitely over. Richie Havens has lead the charge for a generation to hang their hats on his words, Freedom will ring, and perhaps it already has — the lives of everyone involved, and many more than that have been changed forever. It’s the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

The sixties was a selfish time. Many of you who were there will argue. You’ll go on to tell us that you changed the world, you laid the groundwork, YOU made the change that brought us the freedom WE now get to live.

I will give you the Civil Rights Movement. I don’t really buy it and I’m not sure you do either; collective conscience ready to put a smiley face on the indiscretions you were living.

Call your drug use experimental expansion.
Call you fear of going to war a freedom movement,
Call your sexual indiscretion a revolution.

But think for a moment, about the mess you will leave us.

After all those drugs… what might remain could be a whole lot of unaccountable “adults.” Many of you will drop the ball on the peace movement. Leave STD’s, Broken women and unattended children in the wake of your sexual revolution.
Hopefully raising ourselves will instill a strength to survive, one that will give us the tools to raise an even stronger generation… And so on…

The dawning of the Age of Aquarius? When the Sun comes up, your children, the fallout of your follies will be left to clean up your mess like janitors in a xxx theatre. And there is a good chance that when it is really time to clean it up we will look to your efforts for the tools– pre-occupied with resistance rather than solution.

By the time I get to Woodstock, the debris and wreckage is looming over the hill and down into the valley back in Bethel. The streets here in our little town are empty, the hills quiet.

A few of the locals are kicking around –some wishing they had made it to the fair, and some glad they hadn’t. Three days have passed since the epic festival, and nobody really knows what kind of impact it will have on the community. No one really knows what Woodstock is to become because of this epic event.

It’s Dawn, in late August, 1969 Though the gram of hash didn’t make it any harder… I come out fast and easy, as my mother tells it. I give thanks she was never fully vested in the 60’s lifestyle –taking the esoterics and leaving the rest behind. Triple Fire, Leo Leo Rising, Moon in Sagitarius. She’s going to be a star!

Okay, If you say so, somebody tell me when’s curtain call

We all get wet in the rain

Found this in the coffers… Poignant these days. Written a couple of years ago. Inspired by and dedicated to an anonymous friend who shed light on some deep rooted pain a while back he came with old anger, somehow, heard my place and we left with new awareness… I do hope we have since allowed it to heal… Some people will always see you how they wish to see you, and it often takes a jolt for them to see that you have grown. You have to be open to change… Some are — some aren’t. I give thanks to him for giving me some more perspective to work with, and allowing growth to happen.

With Love,

Photo by: Wayne Silver -- http://www.flickr.com/photos/psycho-pics/3557813915/

Let’s go back to the playground

What the hell is going on here!?!

Some of you have been receiving messages from me, notes in your inbox — my facebook wall looks like I have a one track mind. And, well, I sort of do at the moment. I have been deep in the throws of promoting my Haiku project, and I am determined to make it happen.

Still, I think that some people are confused about what it is that I am doing, so I thought I would explain.

I wrote a lot of poetry in the form of Haiku a couple of years back, and instead of publishing a book, I decided to make an oracular deck (sort of like a tarot deck to simplify the term “oracular”).

It is Beautiful!!!

But I need to print it, and that costs a bunch. Definitely more than I have on hand.

So I began a pre-sale campaign on Indie-gogo and I have five days left to reach my goal. I aimed very high, in hopes that I can bring it to it’s fullest potential. I dream of seeing it boxed and shrinkwrapped before hitting the stands.

Here is how it works:

You go to the campaign site and there you can donate a dollar, or scroll the perks and buy a deck at regular retail cost, or you can buy a signed deck… You can get a deck and a reading… There as many ways for you to be a part of the publishing of my first body of work. http://indiegogo.com/haiku-for-thought. Indie GoGo is a website sort of like Kickstarter where people like me who are looking to advance a project but do not have the funds to do so can use their platform to raise the funds. I gave myself a timeframe in which to raise the funds, and in five days, the campaign is “over” At that point, whatever I have raised will be used to go to print. I wouldn’t have been able to mobilize as much as I have without them…

Check it out!

If for some reason I do not reach my goal (I do have a ways to go…) I will continue with the first printing. The amount of decks and the packaging will be determined by how much I do raise.

I have come to the place where I do not need the shrinkwrap to feel accomplished, I am already beaming with excitement about sharing this deck, it will be okay if it doesn’t come in a perfect box.

What matters is that after too long… I will be finally going to print!

I thank you in advance for going to peek at it, and if you can’t contribute monetarily, remember… Sharing the link (http://indiegogo.com/haiku-for-thought) opens a world of opportunity!

Love  love love

The one red light

A sanctuary~ refuge for the weak and weary

ominous on the hill beneath the full moon…
Empty, silent~ the walls cry out the word of someone else’s god….

Running With Haiku

Winter Doldrums…
Got em?
On a snowy day like today I find myself, gazing out the window, pondering life’s many challenges. Sound-bytes often pop into my mind… And if I have a minute, I might even write them down. Sometimes it is not until later that I recognize their message. This workshop is some time with those thoughts and the lessons that they offer.

The click on the flyer below, it will link you to the indie-go-go page where the pre-sale for Haiku For Thought is happening. There, you can claim the workshop perk, or (if you cannot afford the cost of the workshop) you donate a smaller amount. If you cannot pay at all, just email me at palaceofmuse[at]gmail.com and I will sign you up. It is a maiden voyage. I would love to have “you” there!!

January First 2012

I don’t usually make a big deal out of New Years Eve. I get why they call it “amateur night.” If I were to go out drinking and partying it up, I would be on the side of some wall, or hanging over a bush puking my guts out from the booze. I don’t drink well. Most people in the country ARE amateurs. They drink booze to get drunk and then forget in the morning what they did. What the hell kind of life is that?

i feel love

The new year is upon us. Jesus! Did I just use that ridiculously pat phrase? Yepper. I did.

It has been a very difficult year as years go, but as it comes to a close, I have so much to appreciate in my life, most of all that things feel really good in this moment. If how I feel right now is indicative of how the next year is going to play out, it looks like it is going to be a far better one than last year.

On the way into 2011, I had a twelve year old- but he swiftly became a thirteen year old before my eyes. Looking me in the eye without strain to his neck, and we seem to be seeing each other better than we were half a year ago. He raked me over some seriously hot coals, flipping me on all sides to be sure the embers made contact with every surface. I lived my own pain as a tween, my now pain as a mom of a tween, and I lived his pain. It was brutal. Somehow… By the grace of what magic we seem to invite, we have come out the other side of a long hot tempered summer. We are growing and moving toward a whole new chapter of coming adulthood. Of course I have to look at it that way. If I dive into the truth of what is to come in the teenage years… If I don’t convince myself that everything in the mind of my child will one day (SOON) make sense, I am going to put a backpack on, grab my honey and run to south east Asia never to be seen again.

Down by the Burning Ghat

When I arrived in Varanasi, I had no clue where I was going. I had very little to go on. I was very uneducated about the country of India, so- no surprise that I was clueless about the beauty and awe I was about to experience. As we came across the very long bridge that crosses the river Ganga (Ganges) I caught a glimpse of the old city. You could see ancient stupas tipping into the river, and set after set after set of one or two city block wide steps leading into the river.

only yes can turn the tide

Because hate is legislated… written into the
primer and testament
shot into our blood and brain like vaccine or vitamins

 

Sadness

I just read the words of a friend, “The world is crumbling and we are just hanging on…”

It does sometimes feel like hanging off the side of a cliff, doesn’t it?

I wonder when that last pebble is going to give way to an avalanche of tears and stifled emotion. This planet is so so sad these days.

How to stay bright, shiny and happy in the midst of the sadness?

Not sure, but I am open for suggestions.