Sunday, August 30, 2009

Things I have absorbed from my "Learning experiences..."

I am an inherently happy person.
Being 99% happy can be undermined by 1% negativity.
I can spend an entire weekend listing my blessings.
I don't blend well with negative people even though I empathize with them.
An addict will never recover if he/she persists in surrounding him/her self with addicts.
Even if you love/empathize with an addict they have to heal themselves.
You can be addicted to a person/idea/concept/ideal/dream.
The first step to health may be abandoning the ones that you love to their own negativity/addictions.
Well-being can be lonely way of life.
Healthy laughter can be a joyous release!
Love for my fellow man and a few hours of good conversation with friends who really love you for what/who you are and not what they think you should be can begin to heal the deepest wounds.
Faith and positive outlook is everything.
"Learning experiences" are in the eye of the beholder.


Sunday, August 16, 2009

We knew this must happen but when did It transpire?

I've been told I'm too young to feel this way:


Go on with you then:

Never quite comfortable
with bodily furniture as one ages
when the soul tires of its garment,
we cling to the trash and tinsel of our hides.

Wondering why we left our hormones alone
inside the bedded night
first blinding cupid with our dreams
then allowing him the freedom to guide.

Grown old we think:
We knew this must happen but when did It transpire?
Was it simply wild youth?
…or reckless middle age stalking hearts desire?

We knew it must happen this growing old,
we watched it from the choir!
What If we had sought truth through-out our middle age?
What then of desire?

Perhaps that’s why we stood here fast to the floor
our garments crinkled on the armature.
Perhaps that’s why we stand here still
and rearrange the furniture.

You do realize don’t you?
…the key is turning in the door….


I don't know, maybe its because of what I've been through lately, maybe its because of what I've been reading, maybe I'm just an old soul sometimes... anyway, whether I'm speaking to myself, or the ages, I've had a lot to think about these past few weeks.

Yeats said: "The Art often expresses what the man lacks." I know what I currently lack, and as much as I desire it I also know that I am doing quite well without it at the moment thank you very much!

Life will change in the next year... drastically: and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with any of it. As much as I know that "The only thing constant is change." I have been mostly happy in my chosen bohemian lifestyle.

Its what I have come to be accustomed to after all!

Judging by the poetic themes I have been gravitating to over the last year what I lack is a constant called Love. ...I am finally at a stage where I am no longer going to settle for companionship for companionship sake though ~

It took me half a century but I'm finally there believe it or not.

I know what I'm lacking, I know the key is in the door, and I know its time to rearrange the furniture in earnest this time...

This may get messy, but I can't watch from the Choir any more.

"Look out world, time's a wastin' and here I come!"


Friday, August 7, 2009

Mary of the Gaul's....

At the last meeting of the EOTNP, or maybe it was the meeting before that, we decided to each bring in an object and distribute them around the table to see how it would affect a poem. I was given to choose a broach of "Saint Brigid's Cross".

Brigid, was also known as Mary of the Gaul’s.

As my Mom was a collector of Crosses from around the world; I am quite familiar with this one. In fact I think Mom may have even had her own version of this broach. This is the poem that the broach affected:

There is a sight I must have looked:

I was thinking now
of how you asked us each
to hold you
tiny in our arms

as I reach for the phone
to call you
holding St. Brigid’s cross
tiny in my hand.