the dying flower


the dying flower

told the girl

to halt her tears

even as its own petals

rained down around

its bowed stem

 

the dying flower

told the girl

that there is majesty to be found

in beautiful things struggling

that there is dignity to be found

in beautiful things enduring

that there is glory to be found

in beautiful things ending

 

the dying flower

told the girl

that just because a story is sad

does not mean it is not needed

that just because a story is sad

does not mean it is not good

that just because a story is sad

does not mean it is not worthy

of being told

 

the dying flower

told the girl

to tell you

its story


musings inspired by A Story I Needed To Tell


speak again


and then

there are days

when the surreal

fugue fully dissipates

 

and all

that remains

are the remains

of an all too real

eerily repeating reality

 

and then

you need

to speak

 

again

 

because

we need

your voice

 

because

we need

your truth

 

we need

You

 

to speak

 

again

 

 

do not let anyone

silence your peace

 

and

 

do not let yourself

silence your principles


musings inspired by The Day When The Surreal Became The Scary


nerve


no

do it now

 

because

 

there is

this thing

called nerve

that diminishes

to near imperceptibility

when faced with

the resistance

of hesitance

 

so

 

go

do it now


musings inspired by This Thing Called Nerve


the hero


there comes a point

in every hero’s

epic story

 

when a reader

fairly questions

 

how the hero

can go on

 

how the hero

continues to breathe

 

how the hero

persists to the next page

 

after being

subjected to

every horror

that the author

could imagine to inflict

upon her

 

but that point

in every hero’s

epic story

 

never comes

at the end

remember this

as you live

your own

epic story

as your own

hero

there are always

several pages

left

after all

has been

lost

ps to self:

 

go on

breathe

and turn the page

 

this.

is not.

the end.


musings inspired by A Rather Unforgettable Birthday That I Would Like To Forget


resolutions or resignations


our collective

optimism

lightened up

our fresh morning

 

and made me wonder

why we all waited

until today

to feel that way

 

now

 

our collective

disappointment

weighs down

our frosty evening

 

and makes me wonder

why we all expect

so much from today

when we know it always ends this way

 

perhaps

 

our collective

understanding

that every day

of the calendar

may be the day

 

for

resolutions

or

resignations

 

will motivate

and

will comfort

us all

 

in step

and

in time


musings inspired by Our Collective Resolutions and Resignations


20171231



this story happened in 2017

 

i will use

this story

as one

of many

anchors

for my memories

of this year

 

2017

 

conjured up

many stories

 

many stories

that exposed our differences

 

many stories

that were designed to exploit our differences

 

but this one

this story

this one

 

reminds us all

that all

 

generations

countries

cultures

people

 

that all

of us

 

find joy

when we seek

to connect

with each other

 

find peace

when we seek

to remove

the concept

of an other

 

this story

is the one

to remember

on 20171231

 

this story happened in 2017


musings inspired by Two Jordans and a Bea


feeling


i’m thinking

about starting

a #dailycry

thing

 

i don’t think

we cry

enough

 

i think

we think

too much

and feel

too little

 

sometimes sobbing

our eyes out

 

is the best way

to clear the way

for Life to find its way

 

to us

 

because

Life is a feeling

Life is a felt thing

 

and feeling anything

enough

ends in

crying

 

#dailycry

#happytears

#humantears


musings inspired by My Daily Cry


this place


i love

this place

 

i know

this place

 

i see

this place

 

even while

my eyes

see

other places

 

this place

sits atop

all other

places

 

afore

the places

most of us

would consider

real

 

this place

places itself

apart

from all

that

we consider

ordinary

and normal

 

this

place

most of us

would consider

surreal

 

this place

moves across

all space

 

a palimpsestic hologram

of wondrous realms

available for adventure

 

in all heres

in all nows

 

this place

belongs

to no one

and to all

 

no one

created

this place

 

we all did

we all do

 

i want

to bring you

with me

 

i want

you to see

with me

 

see

that forest

there on your left

 

see

that ocean

there on your right

 

see

that star

there above you

 

see

that earth

there below you

 

see

 

you see

this place

 

even while

your eyes

see

other places

 

you know

this place

 

i love

this place


musings inspired A Palimpsestic Hologram


deal


what do you want to say

 

 

i don’t know

i have nothing to say

on my own

for myself

 

you have everything to say

you are everything

 

and

 

this is the part

where i trust you

 

this is the part

where i show up

to the keyboard

my fingers loose

and ready to type away

 

this is the part

where i show up

with a notebook

my pen inked

and primed to write away

 

this is the part

where i record

what you have to say

where i record

what you are

 

you work through me

i work for you

 

you give me the words

i write for you

 

you give me the voice

i speak for you

 

that is our deal

that is how this works

 

you are the Truth

i am your scribe

 

 

okay

but

what do you want to say

 

 

thank you

for everything

thank you


musings inspired by This One Conversation with Truth


of use


some

of the best words

that i’ve ever written

and ever spoken

found me

in times of turmoil

in tumultuous times

 

in the midst

of seasons

of chaos

 

during dread

and despair

 

those words

warred with worry

and won

 

those moments

of madness

were catalysts

of creation

 

i wonder

how many creators

cling to

their madness

for fear of losing

their creativity

 

but

that turmoil

that tumult

that chaos

that worry

 

the madness

 

may be

a quick trip

to a sense of

a-live-y-ness

 

to the depth

of emotion

necessary

to create

meaning

in things

 

but

peace

and ease

 

these

 

these

may be

more nuanced

roads to revelation

they may take longer

to traverse

 

the results

may not

be as wild

as the children

of madness

 

the work

may be

more refined—

and refinement

may not

always be

a compliment

 

but the peace

and the ease

strengthen

and sustain

the creator

while the madness

destroys

its user

 

i don’t know that

i’m saying

anything

of use

here

but

i had a thought

and i thought

that i ought

to share it

so

:)


musings inspired by The Madness


active allowance


i love

moments

of not trying

of surrender

of perfect flow

 

i used to think

that these

rare moments

are only given

and that we

have no way

of creating them

for ourselves

 

that they are bestowed

in unpredictable and infrequent

moments of epiphany and insight

and that we

are powerless

to call them

upon ourselves

 

but i’m finding

that these moments

of alignment and ease

can become less arcane

if we choose

to surrender

 

more often

than not

 

most people

think of

surrendering

as a passive thing

that takes place post all active things

something that is done upon reaching the end

something that is done upon resignation

something that is

done

upon

a retired actor

after retired actions

 

but less often

is surrender

understood

as something

to do

per choice

 

but i’m finding

that for most of us

our most comfortable state

is one of faux power

and fake control

 

we are told

to take the reins

to guide things

make things

force things

 

so we strategize

we scheme

and plan

a lot

 

we feel comfy

with our gossamer reins

sitting atop our hobby horses

 

until the trying

becomes too trying

and unbearable to bear

 

then we fall apart

then we fall down

then we fall in

some line

where

 

more often

than not

 

we find

a flow

an ease

a rhythm

 

but we don’t

have to wait

for our downfall

 

while still standing tall

we can decide

in an active state

 

to rest

to allow

to surrender

 

to

 

and this

active allowance

 

this is where

we become

 

the instrument of the music

the words of the lyrics

the voice of the song


musings inspired by A Fortunate Downfall


our decisions


we like

to imagine

that a decision

is a transition

 

that it is

a spectrum

that it is

a gradient

 

because

we are

threatened

by our decisions

 

and slow things

put us at ease

 

but

before and after

is a demarcation

a quantum leap

an all of a sudden

 

once

we decide

that we are

something else

that we are

someone else

 

that decision

forms the center

around which all else spins

 

it is the decision

that is the change

and decisions

are swift things

 

we fear

the idea

of decisions

arriving too early

 

of them

sneaking up on us

of them

taking us unawares

 

because

we are

threatened

by our decisions

 

and swift things

destroy our ease

 

but at times

before and after

is a victory

a liberation

a salvation

 

and once

we decide

that we are

something more

that we are

someone greater

 

that decision

creates the gravity

around which we orbit

 

it is our decisions

that shape our lives

and our decisions

are powerful things


musings inspired by A Quantum Leap


peace ends


many of us—

more of us

than would admit—

are uncomfortable

with peace

 

with the peace

within us

 

if we all

were to

figure it all

out

 

we would

be lost

 

the search

the climb

the strive

the strife

even

 

makes

all of us

feel a-live-y

 

and

ultimately

found

 

found

when

we find

the summit

of our understanding

of something

 

some semblance

of peace

with ourselves

within ourselves

 

until

we decide

to get lost

again

 

so that

we can find

ourselves

again

 

i theorize

that it is

the return

that we love

 

the going again

and the return again

only to leave again

to come back again

 

the struggle

the challenge

the seeking

the finding

 

all

yes

 

but

 

the peace

ends

 

all

that

 

and i think

many of us—

more of us

than would admit—

are uncomfortable

with ends


musings inspired by All That