Today's Youku:"Ultimate"

Turns my frown upside
When I feel unlovable
He's the ultimate.

Blackout

Have you ever heard of "blackout poetry"? I hadn't until recently. My dear hubs sent me a link and told me that he thought I'd be good at it. Time passed, and the link remained unviewed. So, he asked me again when I was feeling sad this week and urged me to give it a try.

He really does know me so well. He knows that I need a creative outlet. He knows, even when I am too modest to claim it, that I'm good with words. I have a poetic heart. (After lots of therapy, I'm getting closer to the place where I can say that without sarcastic laughter.) 

Words and I get along. :-)

So, blackout poetry is where you take something already written, such as a page from a book, newspaper, or in the case, a magazine. You select the message you'd like to express (or perhaps it chooses you?), and you black out the rest. 

Here's my first attempt. Hubs said it's long compared to what's usually done, but... it's my first attempt. It is what it was meant to be, I suppose. 

"I align with the life of the God in all.

I love to be present in the moment.

I'm witnessing the dawn of me.
I live in faith that just BEING is Grace.

My prayers right now, receive
and touch a mystery, a wilderness
of human experience.

They are all real."

Seeds

Before, I dreamed of tomorrows

That have not yet become todays
I wonder which seeds, joys or sorrows
Were past planted, took root, and might stay.

Did I sow those seeds in better times
In dreams, and trust, and bliss
Or buried my essence with darker thoughts
And with faithless heart, insist.

One day, each seed in the heart blooms
Called forth and nurtured by breath
Revealed in their truth, they demand
A life before their own death.

Today, I choose a new dream
Scatter fresh seeds to sacred ground
In a fertile heart of hopefulness
And await a great joy to abound.

So bring on the rains of my gladness
To wash from me stains of all doubt
For my dreams today call forth Beauty
Letting this Love in my heart ring out.

Sorry, Not Sorry

I really love this. Like, really really love this. I saw it a while back, and I keep thinking about it.

I recognize that I've historically walked around in my life doing exactly this, apologizing for so much, when what I'm really trying to do is say "Thank You".

At times, it feels like I'm apologizing for my very existence, for taxing the folks around me with my various and sundry needs, my ups and downs, my presence and absence in your life.

I'm certain this stems from this faulty belief that I am not enough (good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, kind enough, patient enough, wealthy enough, blah blah blah.)

I call BULLSHIT on myself. No more apologizing for not being enough. I am enough; in fact, I'm MORE than enough! (And SO ARE YOU, by the way.)

I say THANK YOU for calling me on it, should I forget. And I say THANK YOU for your patience, understanding, and love.

Consider yourself hugged. heart emoticon

Peas

Snuggled so sweetly
Two peas in their little pod
I love these damn dogs.

Union

Union

We all came willing
Eager, open, wondering
Strangers left as tribe.
 

 

Sorry (NOT sorry), must post again.Still buzzing and processing the energy of the workshop yesterday... I turn to the afternoon sun, and a daydream of yesterday bubbles up and POP - there we are... tearful, joyful, fearless, dancing, laughing, digging deep and MAKING SHIT HAPPEN. (The good kind, of course.)

"How bold one gets, when one is sure of being loved." -Freud.

Grateful, grateful, grateful.

New

Keep walking... the sun
Lies warmly in wait, dear one
There, beyond the bend.

An Exceptional Day...

Jennifer Pastiloff is a strong, dynamic, soulful person and an amazing writer. I've been inspired by her work for some time. She led a yoga-tastic-heart-expansive-beauty-hunting-excursion within today, a workshop punctuated by sweat, tears, dancing, and interlaced with love. It was just what I needed - of course, the Universe's perfect timing.

She gave us an assignment to write ourselves a letter in the voice of someone who loves us. It was wonderful to hear this beautiful group of people read their letters, the celebration of the beauty of how WE ARE ALL WORTHY AND LOVED.

My letter, happened to be from my dog Guinness. Those who know him, probably can't help but smile. For those who don't, maybe you'll smile anyway.

I was honestly floored that Jennifer wanted to film this and post it on her page - but I'll take it as a message from the Universe (and from Jennifer) that I shouldn't pooh-pooh my writing.