i found this leaf today ...

and it reminded me
that we don't 
have to be perfect
to be beautiful!!!

L.

♥

a purple Spring wind

the wind here has been amethystine
dusky dark and blue
rising up from the vast expanse of pacific seas ...

as it skips and surges over the meringue tipped bay
it captures and carries
all birds here in flight
within the silent folds of its silken slips

all that remains of their intentioned flight
dark against day, black as night
is the faint whisper of rustled feathers ...
a prayer, an eye blink, heart beats

their graceful balletic movements
uncontrolled and runaway
are far more glorious
than their expected routine

  

they take flight my birds,
caught in windshine at sundown
like chiffon in the breeze
outlined against a periwinkle sky 

  

inside, new work and spring flowers
unfurl and become real

ideas, auras, anemones  

 

like crepe paper and dreams ...

unfold!

as i move around and through my life
i'm forever drawn to what inspires me.
to the kindlings that ignite my passions
and cause my every sense to vibrate with visions and imaginations unseen …

i am, in my moments of imperfection & evolving strength
drawn to the shore.
i inhale the saline currents of water and air.
i quench myself in golden rays of dayshine.
i am amplified,
as each of Gaia's inconsiderable miracles sing out
mellifluous voices raised
in a sacred hymn
that only i can hear!

my weekend is brimming over …
my every sense is aroused.

 

 by the wing beats of birds

each upstroke a whisper

of renewal and rebirth.

i didn't know that barn swallows mated

in accordance with the rise and fall of the Golden Gate's indigo hem,

or that the beaks of starlings

turn to pure gold

in this vernal season

did you?

my cup is half full

with smiles from strangers.

our inconsequential chatter as we pass each other by

about sun and small dogs

means nothing at all

and everything at once!

we are connected in space and time

sewn into place by this faire city

and however brief our encounter

i am reminded of the worth

of REAL human connection.

my creative juices are welling,

nearing spill stagewith the assembling of treasures, collected and
placed before me,

fragments of my vision ... arcs of my soul:


leather, time worn smooth by the skins of humankind.
rubies, the seeds of Persephone's fruit.
amethyst, crystalline and delicate, protecting us against thievery,
fortifying us with courage, yet reminding us to be gentle.
silver & bones, burnished and washed white.
stars, hailing from the seas and the skies, holding tight ~ shining bright.
shells, calciferous forts, abandoned homes, grain eroded to luminescence.
and gold, Montezuma's honey, spun hair of angels, light from the earth.

my palette has been quenched with blush wine

the color of conch pearls and heaven.
it's been piqued by chile and rare spices, caressed by the bittersweet broodings of cacao
and salt-stained with fried capers, and hardware store popcorn!


the ca-cawing of crows fills the room, birdsong and paw pattering.
laughter enters my windows.
gratefulness spills from my being
yet, i am filled up.


and then, what remains of today?

hoping your weekend has been thus far bountiful 
in all that awakens your imagination …
and your senses.

eastward, in Eden

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(be that woman)

eastward, in Eden

what,

and quite possibly who

might we discover

dust off and uncover

if we ventured

eastward into Eden?

a tree ...

with roots gnarled and pushed deep

into the flesh of the earth,

woven and bound

into the cultural memory of mankind.

its boughs weighted with offerings

of knowledge

swaying and creaking under the unbearable weight

of all that is and has ever been,

evil and good

a fruit ...

eye blindingly golden, imagined ruby red

whose very flesh offers

and makes promises

of knowledge, immortality, temptation, health

love

learning, yearning

beauty

luck

and wealth

a serpent ...

coiled at the tree's trunk

encircling its waist

beguiling and sleek.

moving as water does - that liquid opal

mercurial, dangerous.

using God's fruit

to coax, to dare, to court

intrigue

ensnare

with rousings

of earthly pleasures

sensuality, sexuality, virility and fertility

a man.

a WOMAN … !

a woman who could have been me

and lovlier you

why is it believed that she faltered and stumbled

in a moment of weakness,

when in reality

she acted alone

held up of her own bones.

she took the initiative

made her own decision

born from a deep seeded desire

for tenderness

and the purest

of affections.

yes,

a sort of

'original expression'

for she was only striving

to achieve blessing

and to gain a fuller experience

of life

in its entirety

to inhale it

feel it

as deeply as she might

to the depths of her core

all of it

Heavenly

and not.

so why?

why shouldn't we

be more like her

that woman,

Eve.

our foremother

who far in the East

taught us of the human desire

of the simplest but most profound need

to embrace the world

and ingest experience

without restraint ...

who reached for the fruit

and enjoyed

every bittersweet bite.

why shouldn't you be that woman

in your own Eden

in the East

of right here

and now?

i've opened a NEW Etsy shop in my own name ...

a Divine Proportion

Φ = 1.618033988749895 . . .

"although changed, I rise again the same"

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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea . . .
~e.e. cummings



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a pansy shaped heart

if you were a pansy shell ...
would you give up your flower shaped heart
share its beauty with the world
its petals perfectly formed
circling
radiating
from the center of your soul?

or would you keep it hidden
buried in sea water and sand
neath a surface of calcium and spines and salt

might you linger until your death,
left adrift in the tides
till you washed upon the shore,
to be pried open by Poseidon's detritus

or would you rest there, at the edge of life
on the edge of the world
content to wait
for the eager hands of a passing stranger
to scoop you up,
and take you away ...
to break you open, and to see the bloom
you had carried all along

but why ...
why wouldn't you, why couldn't you
choose now,
at this very time and in this exact place
to open your chest
and unfurl your petaloid heart

to invite the sun
and the rain
and the honey-eating birds,
the ones you love
and those you don't
to watch you flower, unfold and grow
to breath in your fragrance
and delight in your color,
just because.

because you,
you have a glowing,
pansy shaped,
heart!

birds of a feather ...

like an unhatched egg
cradled in the nest
'neath mother's wing
i've been incubating, sound & safe
warm
my thoughts and hopes and dreams multiplying
like cells dividing, growing
safe within my shell

alas ...
new feathers, new wings
take me aloft
carry me away
in search of
new places
as yet unseen
both far and near

but, bring me back
to the nest
and land me softly
within the cradle
of familiar faces and loving arms
neglected, tho never forgotten
during my time of evolution

i'm here ...
and,
i'm perched
on the edge of my life
a fledgeling
i'm a New Bird
with wings stretched wide
this will be
a new
first flight

and i dream
as i take to the air
you'll spread yours too
just along side
tip to tip
in perfect formation
aloft & free
we'll share the view
together
from way up here ...

birds of a feather ~

New Birds!