This Poet's Musing on LOVE

The clock strikes ten,
the hand of time marches forward
there's nothing here
but this now.

You sit beside me,
now a favored place to be,
beside one another for the long haul,
no matter what may come.

And its just the rhythm of life flowing on,
we love, we lose, we let go,
we cry, we whine, we laugh maniacally,
our inward gaze finding balance
in an outward facing repose.

There's a strength and a comfort
in knowing intimately the back that lines your own,
it's soft curves and it's rigid edges,
eventually worn down by the tide.

We'll ride this wave until the conductor
pulls the lever, rising high and pitching forward,
sinking low and submerging ourselves
in the dark and the muck
with the current, the waning moon and
the waxing seasons.

It's not a race nor a competition, it's simply a joyful
turn of the wheel.  Where we'll end up, nobody knows.
For now, what remains, is this,
the presence of our warm, beating hearts
and the willingness of our Spirits
to keep showing up to this eternal dance, to meet in the middle
of all that we think we know, of who we think we are
and where we think we're going to.

Just beeing.  Simply breathing.
Moment by moment, and day by day.
Together
and alone.
Individual
and collective.
The dynamic pull of polarity is delighted within the whole.

Discover yourself
here.

All This Practice

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I have not been tending to diligent blogging like I did last year because, in this year of the Wood Horse, I am intentionally shifting - posting my musings and cultural critiques for more eyes to spy in wider arenas.  It doesn't mean I don't love you; it simply means that I'm negotiating balance, day by day by day.  It's a fun dance.

As I twirl through these days of my life (sometimes, while even hardly moving at all!), I am mesmerized by the most recent years and all the practice they have brought with them - practicing writing; practicing dancing; practicing being in and building community; practicing leadership; practicing relationship; practicing presence; practicing awareness; practicing listening and practicing speaking up.  It's been messy and frivolous; it's been arduous, at times, and exciting; it's been filled with what I would have once judged as 'mistakes' and now just call 'learning;' and it is chock-full of LESSONS, lessons, lessons that just keep coming 'round until I seemingly evolve right on and into the next one.  Thank God life on planet Earth offers us this opportunity.

And, I guess, what I'm feeling is that This Is It!  Again, there's nothing more but this - PRACTICE.  There will be no end point when I'm 'perfect,' have it all figured out and everyone will just love and accept what I say and do as "the word."  (Thank Goddess for that!)  Or, when I'll "have it all" with no need to practice any longer.  There will just be practice until the day I die and this is the gift we are given.  

What my practicing LOVE and openness has taught me, even when it was confusing to identify my own constriction, scarcity mentality and fear, by continually trying to release my discerning mind while collectively engaging with others - even when it's felt painful and trying and my intuition screams, "I told you so!" -  is....................


 ........................................................................... that I will keep on keeping on and encouraging You to EMPOWER YOURSELF.

Sex Positive Woman

With the cult of personality, a trait that Facebook culture endeavors, there is this habit I've noticed - it's the desire to run ahead and proclaim a new learning without having first integrated it.  On Sunday, a sweet man and I were talking about this tendency when he referred to it as 'pre-mature ejaculation.' Yet another notch in our disembodied belt.  At the time, he and I were musing on life.  I was sharing my own personal shedding of the 'life is suffering' skin, which had been years in the coming, and pointing out that, as different genders, he and I had been raised with entirely different culturally conditioning.

His response to this was to share how his girlfriend talks about the fact that, in the sexual act, it is expected that a man will cum every time  - otherwise, he's left to "suffer" with blue balls.  Meanwhile, the woman's pleasure is merely a side note.  I felt honored to tell him that this simply isn't the case in my relationship.  In my spiritual partnership, my partner gets that not just my, but all women, being turned on and orgasmic is essential to a healthy and robust planet Earth.  Thus, in our relationship, I am the one climaxing 60% of the time to his, maybe, 15%.  

I know, you're wondering about the other 25%, right?  Well, we're just engaging in pleasure and being turned on.  We're engaging in sex as often as we can - on great days it's twice a day, awesome days would be 3+ times - without a goal oriented result, such as climax.   We're making, basking and bathing in LOVE because it's what the world needs now.  I am a Sex Positive Woman and Proud of It!!!!

It's simple - make LOVE not war.
Let's FUCK the Devil out 
and LOVE the Light In.  

The Stink Pile of Globalization

 I have just returned home from a date with my mother during which we watched the - worst - movie - ever.  Okay, fine, it's actually a phenomenal film with amazing actors.  Rather, what fu$king sucked about it is how traumatic it was  to witness the brutality and violence depicted in "Twelve Years a Slave." It's a period piece that truthfully relates the demoralization, dehumanization and degradation inherent - and at the root of - CAPITALISM. 

Capitalism is an unsustainable, hierarchical system based on the objectification of Other - Earth, Animal, Self.  Essential to this unjust monopoly is the complete and total dis-empowerment of the Individual Self - as in You, Me, All of US.   

For thousands upon thousands of years, we had the ability to: bear children without sonograms or other technologies; deeply connect with each other without the Internet, cell phones, etc; read weather patterns and the movement of the cosmos with our bare eyes; live relatively peaceful and harmonious lives without buying anything and more.  

Many of us today were born to parents and families that willingly gave their power away in the name of the almighty dollar.  They forgot to dream and follow their own shooting stars and, instead, relied upon what they were told to do.  "Get a job.  Get married.  Have kids."  In other words, buy, buy, buy until you go bye bye bye.

Encased within a hard shell of empty promises, these orphaned "adults" now wonder why we, their offspring, are filled with anger and dis-ease (i.e. alcoholism, co-dependency, cancer, etc).  Our planet, too, models these same ailments and sickness (drought, melting ice caps, the disappearance of 150-200 plant, insect, bird, and mammal species daily, etc. ) The thing is, however, our parents and their parents and their parents, never really grew up - they never decided to question for themselves if this way of beeing in the world was really making them happy or if, in fact, it was doing more harm than good.  They never drew that guardian, line-in-the-sand stance of "BASTA! NO MORE!"

WE KNOW NOW.  
We Are the Orphaned Children Reclaimed.  
We Sing the Song of Rememberance and we work, cooperatively and in sweet partnership, towards the full whole beeing health of ourselves and our dear planet.  

Go watch "Twelve Years a Slave" and feel our collective sickness deeply ~ this is the only way we can all transform this shit together!