life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

the stuff of living a life

There is no controlling life.

Try corralling a lightning bolt,

containing a tornado. Dam a

stream and it will create a new

channel. Resist, and the tide

will sweep you off your feet.

Allow, and grace will carry

you to higher ground. The only

safety lies in letting it all in –

the wild and the weak; fear,

fantasies, failures and success.

When loss rips off the doors of

the heart, or sadness veils your

vision with despair, practice

becomes simply bearing the truth.

In the choice to let go of your

known way of being, the whole

world is revealed to your new eyes.

~ Danna Faulds

The skies sob for days

grieving my losses

The sunsets shine glory

bringing hope to my nights

after my bouts with prairie madness

from this God forsaken place of lonely crucifixion

I wait in a shy place of peace

buds slowly blooming like new spring

in my hesitant still-beating heart

I have done with the earthquakes of anxiety and fear

the clay tentatively stilled beneath me in this ground breaking moment

of wonder and amazement

something tender is taking root inside me

this new thunder moon

brings loud silent space for

letting go

opening thoughts

new ideas

voices shared

building collaboration

untapped possibilities

unlimited potential

the desires of the holy trinity of myself –




I acknowledge deep calling to deep

within this waterspout of quiet spirit

there is dawning of truth

softly arriving on the wings of the summer breeze

clouds and answers silently forming without the need for words

recognition is first step into new beginnings

grateful hearts, wrung dry as deserts,

somehow know for sure:

the best of life is always yet to be,

true spiritual waters always grow corn


Amy Lloyd

Listen: there are those of us from somewhere else,

the names of birthplaces, of hometowns,

under our skin, tattoos always felt, never seen.

We live here now, though we always meant to leave.

And there are those of us who were born here,

passing the landmarks of our lives so often

we don’t think about them. We never meant to stay.

This place was marked as just for now, as stepping stone,

as temporary on our well-drawn maps.

But for one reason or another, years pass

and we find ourselves hot-stepping with jobs and kids

and this and that and a million little possessions.

Now, the kids say they want to move away. They point

their faces the same directions our faces used to point.

We’ll let them go, of course, knowing more of them

than they think will come back, and that various wayfarers

too will stop for lunch and find themselves

staying for years’ worth of dinners. They will all

find themselves here with the earth spreading

out around them, whispering a welcome

they will be more than a little surprised to hear.


Chorus by Gillian Wegener

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