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30 Mar 2016

magical moments

Look, your longing swung from the trapeze.

The clown is you as well and the tame tiger

who begs for mercy calls someone to mind.

Even the tin-pot music

has its charm; it seems

you’re starting to make peace

with your times

(everyone else has,

why not me? —you say).

So why then does the circus tent

rise above an ancient graveyard?

🎪

Circus by Adam Zagajewski

Translated by Clare Cavanagh

I didn’t intend to eat my

Chocolatini until last…

It was my shooting star!

My most special-to-look-forward-to,

my magic bullet,

my favorite,

intention for the ending of the box.

Saved.

Cherished.

Savored.

Longed for.

But then,

I finished my book.

I finished reading

The Night Circus,

and my chocolatini is the closest thing

I could find to a chocolate mouse

to celebrate with!

What a cool book!

I have not read a novel for a long time,

have not found one that captured me in years…

until now.

No hesitation with my truffle choice today –

it was the best show of respect,

and gratitude to stories,

to writers,

to imagination,

I could give.

The circus arrives without warning…

the circus of dreams…

and we are swept away by the very taste of it…

🎪

I just went to the circus for the first time last night

My super-secret-surprise

Was awesome!

I’ve always wanted to go!

I wonder what I would have felt as a child

I was so sensitive

I think I would have closed my eyes

And cried

I almost felt like that at age 45

I’m glad you held my hand

It was

The ultimate show of over consumption

A spectacular spectacle

A mix-match of the brilliant and the bizarre

Awesome and cheesy all wrapped to go

From beginning to end

Never taking a breath

Pounding and pounding

The ringmaster

Ablaze with rhinestones

The acrobats and the clowns

The elephants and the tigers

Horses

(Doing tricks

They didn’t seem to really enjoy)

As they steal the show!

Animals are amazing!
I love trapeze artists flying so high

The bearded lady and the wild man of Borneo

Made honorable mention

With a clown act

That was tongue in cheek

in our PC era of art
Men balancing women

And women balancing men

Each showing their skill

As they contort their bodies

into abnormal positions

sequined outfits

shining in the lights

Motorcycles in a steel ball

4, 5, 6, 7

until it is a blur

how can they do that?

Meetal Man (we renamed him Meatball man)

Holding up astounding weights

As people pile on top of people

On top of him

Trampolines, glitter

Pirates, stilts, dancing beautiful girls

Dancing lion suits

With two people rolling in harmony

under more people in lion suits

more and more

too much to see

too much to process

too much to comprehend

my eyes trying to go 2, 3, 4…different directions

as it plays on and on

with tired children crying

and spilling snowcones

and popcorn

as the parents

(Many a freak-show themselves)

try to ignore them

It is spectacular

Breathtaking

Overwhelming

Slightly disturbing at times

A Mix of over-blown showmanship

and

amazing talent

The beautiful and the weird

All mixed together

Delivered at breakneck speed

With so much energy it wears out the eyes

And my mind

Which definitely can’t comprehend it all
I loved it…

and I wanted to run away…
Yes, this is the legacy

of what PT Barnham had in mind

This is the circus!

Magic

Slight of hand, smoke and mirrors, lights and flash

making everything more

brilliant than it could possibly be

This is definitely, over the top, big-top

Self declared…

but it still could be true…

…the greatest show on earth!

🎪

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26 Feb 2016

I think of how cakes are so great for celebrating with the jubilant, and how they are so great for offering a little sweet in the midst of sadness. Words are good, but sometimes they fail, and when they do, there’s always cake.

It really is as simple as that.

🍰

read full blog at link below:

http://theartofsimple.net/sometimes-it-really-is-as-simple-as-cake/

It’s a place where God

is doing things out loud.

Throaty passion blaring

from hot speakers.

There’s crazy, messy, earthy energy,

colorful and a little smudgy.

Where grace, cake and mercy

laughs, dances and flows freely.

Right in this river of life.

Everyone there knows –

‘grace is all we got

to make it through another day’

There’s an honest acknowledgement

that we got nuthin’

– and I mean nuthin’-

to make us worthy

except

to accept

that we all already are

beloved.

And that my friends

makes it rare and beautiful.

a very hard place on this earth

to pull yourself away from.

🎂

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23 Dec 2015

prep work

Ready. Set. Go.

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23 Nov 2015

for the love of all things poetry 💞

I fit words together,
hoping they mean something.

Wanting them to make sense.

To myself.

To others.

Allowing them my raw emotion.

Willing to give them up freely.

Creating a monument,

for this one moment in time,

to share with the world.

These words become something tangible.

A thing,

a gift,

a piece of art.

A part of me,

stays with them.

Little pieces of me live,

like shapes in a puzzle,

becoming

a picture,

a flower,

a song.

Small particles of my soul,

like tiny rose buds,

opening in my hand,

mesmerizes with it’s

beauty,

touch,

fragrance.

I write words on a page,

and feel love

spreading outward,

as the flowering happens,

as this thought blooms.

As words become thoughts about…

As the pieces become beautiful…

As the poem is born,

of water,

blood,

star dust

and becomes…

a small piece of my soul,

left behind on pages,

for others to find,

sharing a small moment,

never to be lost,

because it has been

recorded,

acknowledged,

emptied.

Gratitude makes room for new

miracles,

learning,

beauty,

as they find their new home

ready,

emptied,

expectant.

Waiting for more

truth,

goodness,

love,

to flow and enter in.

There is always more,

and more than enough.

The heart that gives gathers,

but never tries to hold anything hostage.

Love,

giving,

pretty much everything,

about life,

only works when we allow it,

all of it –

every sacred cow,

every color on the wheel,

every tiny wildflower we see,

every spec of mud,

to be free.

❣

Photos found at http://www.pinterest.com 

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17 Nov 2015

even on the hard days

Respectfully given,

exalted being

full of grace,

remember to forget:

surrender struggles to catch it’s breath,

then falls soft

as evening prayers at twilight,

gathering into the corners of our hearts

before falling full

onto the center of our living circle,

free and happy as a Friday night.

next morning’s sun fills us,

each day, each season.

nurture moves with grace,

evolving slowly thru

our caring hands,

our grieving hearts,

our shared experience,

our acts of courage,

the healing salt of our tears,

the energy generation of our joy.

with pieces of our true love,

we fly flags,

of prayer,

of peace,

of poems,

of our own making

to heal the worlds –

within us/

without us.

we allow –

simply complex.

we understand –

clearly unclear.

we stand and fill our world with

the beauty,

the mystery,

of sound,

of hum,

of laughter,

of voice,

of music,

protecting us

from lesser gods,

the terror all around.

love is the shield,

love is the answer,

love is the choice,

love is our glory,

our salvation,

crowning us

sons and daughters

of the King.

at times,

in spite of our broken pieces,

our refusal to believe,

even our darkened hearts.

–

astonishing,

isn’t it?

❣

A sob in the night

awakens us from dreams,
a crack opens in the wall

and in seeps the dark stream
with pieces of broken things in it,

and blood, and our own ragged edge,
and in seeps the light,

and the voice singing.
We want to pull the wall around us,

the sorrow pouring in,
but it is breached now,

it is only an illusion,
and we are out in the dangerous light,

the fragile street,
tender as everyone else,

ready to duck, ready to weep.
We are all refugees now,

foreigners, except to foreigners.
It’s the egg that is cracked,

the stone rolled away.
If there is a place for love,

for your own brave soul, this is it.
The cord in another’s heart

knotted in yours,
the hand reaching for you

you can reach out to.
Terror and the stillness,

and the voice singing.
__________________

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

http://www.unfoldinglight.net

and for each person in this world 🙏🏻

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04 Nov 2015

somewhere in New Jersey…

‘I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’

‘I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!’

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

this morning began at 4! I’ve been on my adventure for a couple hours now. This post is at my first Starbucks stop (chestnut praline latte, how I love thee) more posts and poetry as I go today… ❤️

http://youtu.be/dBN86y30Ufc