Mind over Matter - Matters of the Mind

Don't dull your own shine

Move bitch , get out of the way

today is not tomorrow, and tomorrow's  not yesterday

 Wednesday's words of worry and wisdom. My morning intentions were originally not on a mind poetry post. There's  a pile of everything laying around ready to be cleaned up. Last night I went to read a book and the words were blurry. My vision was impaired and then the headache and slight numbness came about. I've had TIA stokes before, and the cause is still unknown. With the help of taking Motrin right away , it subsided and was not a full blown episode. I couldn't fully enjoy the Super Pink Moon hanging in the sky going in between luminosity and dreamscape cloud covers. The mind has a way of shaking you up when you least expect it, by literally shorting out your circuits. Maybe the moon was helping to rewire my progression into the 5th dimension.

Self confession time. I get in the way of my own moments of greatness every single time. The fractured young girl inside me reverts to thoughts of  putting myself out their creatively and wanting to have friends and being rejected in some form. There are a myriad of projects tucked into nooks all over the house. Soul work that needs to be shared with the collective. But I dull my own shine, I'm in my own way, for today is not tomorrow.......and tomorrow's not yesterday.

Autumn's Song

There's a warbling melody towards the West in the pines of the hill as the sun rises in the East. Light dusky blue takes over the shadow of cobalt held by the moon and stars. Farmlands awaken with  earthsong of every animal greeting the new day.  Wildflowers lift there sleepy heads to say hello as the morning commences.

 Turkey vultures sit in the Raven Wood holding court before heading out to feed and do damage control. Scratchury of claws on bark, scurrying to the ground to prepare for Winter's icy grasp, squirrels march about. Sitting on the porch outside... looking in as a new day breaks and opportunities open.

 P.S. I'm feeling the extra sacredness of Autumn mornings, what is your favorite sacred morning ritual? If you greet the morning it will rise to greet you.

Mid August Folly

To a Visitor it would seem 

Autumn has made her arrival

A true mask of deception

Crisp russet yellowed leaves

Litter the expanse of the lawn

Mixed with needles of fir & cones of pine

Blue sky is a dusky cloud

Dry Saharan dust

An illusion of overcast cooler breezes

100 heat dissipates the mosquitos

No longer being a meal as I venture out

Delights me so

Tis this Texas Summer without rain!

Of Stars & Scars

We are stars wrapped in skin, the light you are looking for has always been within - Rumi

The body is a map of history with stories along the way just as  the constellations in the sky. Perhaps when our light becomes so intense at times our luminosity must burst through. Or perhaps there are moments in life when we are no longer bright and darkness must be removed. The evidence of emergence results in scars. The scars then become undulations on the map that show the trails of what we've been and compass our celestial being to continue to journey forth. As above, so below, forevermore we shall glow.

This art collage was created using one of my outdated Witches' Calender's by Llewellyn. Crafted under the influence of the Hunter's Full Moon  in Taurus, and just in time for the blog party.

* As we let our flames burn bright let's also remember to let our beautiful freak flags fly. Life has a tendency to put us through the ringer from time to time ,but here we all are collectively sharing our beautiful madness, we're all stars now of the freak show!Click the banner to be transported to the party realm!

From The City of Tree's to My Own Sacred Woods

As much as my heart cries about leaving behind beautiful California, I walk outside into the rays of sunshine filled with birdsong and butterflies, basking with the creatures I coexsist with and together our Circadian rhythm swirl , dance, and create new magic.

                  First Spring in Texas!

Following a Dream

I'm traveling to a hippie town,

the signs are removed so it can't be found

Yet I had a dream so I must go,

down the highway to the open road

Further down to where land meets the sea,

Bolinas is a place I must be.

Tomorrow holds a new adventure!

A Mother's Day Card to All

Ariel's Addiction

As Ariel sat prime in the castle enjoying the airs of royalty a sorrow crept, realizing she gave up 300 years as a majestic maiden of the sea she wept. When the realization had begun a former addiction had come undone. Whos its and whats its a plenty and thing ama bobs galore started to fill the halls and cover the floor. Eric tried to reason  but lost it as his core Ariel repeated "who cares, no big deal, I want more!" No being on earth could ever stop her until one day she discovered a rare dinglehopper. 

shiny object floating in the sea

 quick jump into where merfolk be

a reflection of home

Foam

Prompt from Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month - Beyond The Ever After

P.S.  Do you spy the "Sea Crone" overlooking  the Pacific Ocean life.

Sleeping With One Eye Open

It's 3:00 a.m, the time which used to be communion with the spirits and receiving of  divine information. Oh that glorious witching hour has become the time of consumption. For as I feed my child the demons creep into my mind. Society, media, those not in the know but with the upper hand seem to have a grip with sharp teeth on my brain. I will not them them rule, I sleep with one eye open, and dear child of mine you must too. If only they knew that with my breast bared  I nourish not only your soul but the worlds, they cannot shake my Motherhood.

hand up always in protest

they will not devour

over ruled with kindness & flower power

Prompt from Dark Poetry For The Cruellest Month 2016

"Let's Haibun Her a Tale" inspired by Shelle Kennedy's  "Madonna of the Flowers"

Has It Began To Sprout?

That corpse you planted last year in your garden 

Has it stirred to life or has the earth hardened

When the mix of elements shall rebirth

Greenman scratches his way to earth

Prompt from Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month 2016

Dear Love

~   A Love Poem To Love   ~

You are the hardest emotion to feel yet necessary to thrive

When emanating at your fullest I'm truly alive with a strive to survive

A main component  in which to lead my tribe

Yet

When your presence is absent all is a miss

Plunging off a cliff into a whirlwind spiral to a dark abyss

To not feel loved, feels like this

But

Love is love no matter the gain

Whether it be filled with pain or in vain

One things for sure love, you drive me insane

Prompt from April Love Challenge 2016

                                                               

Recent Paint Project : Love Seat 

NaPoMo 2016

For the longest I didn't know what NaPoMo stood for........ it's National Poetry Month! Being a blogger you would think I'm great with words but most times they fail me. I decided to participate in two online events celebrating the poetic notes of April and the opposition of light and dark. Words they may not always be, what the muse infuses it what you'll see.

First up is Magaly Guerrero's Event

& 

Susannah Conway's Event

Shall the Love & Madness commence!

Sol Collective on a Sunday

Truth be told this is the first time we've stepped into this realm of art, culture, and activism. We have been wanting to make the journey for quite awhile now but always put it aside for "one day". Once you step into the building you will greeted with the current display " Whose World Is This" photography exhibition presented by Native Children. Exhibition runs March 12 - 31st at the SOL COLLECTIVE.

{ LIL SPEEDY THE GHETTO HIPPY }

Every second Sunday of the month is PLUGGED an open mic night where you can jam, dance, spit lyrics and kick back with like minded people and simply enjoy the vibes. My son wanted to give it a shot and I'm proud he got up there and spread his message through lyrical poetry. It truly was a night of collective souls!

A great surprise was in store for us that night. I was humbled to be in the presence of such legendary greatness. When he was presented my son and I immediately stared at each other wide eyed as we realized this is the closest we will ever get to the late and great Bob Marley. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Devon Evans of "Bob Marley & The Wailers".

Imbolc Poetry

Hello beautiful people! I wanted to share with you the awesome and amazing moon that still hung in the sky on the morning of Imbolc. Brightest Blessings on your endeavours as we transition into a new season.

Witches In Fiction 2015 ~ Death Rites & Remembrances

~ Eternal Flame ~

From darkness to light and light to dark

Candles are lite by a tear streaked spark

The path to the next is full of illumination

Where we once came from  the source of creation

Time here on earth shall pass but you will not

The heart holds your remembrance forever in that flight of a thought

Grasp tight to the moments as they seem so fast to flee

Eternally held sacred is your memory

Special thanks to Magaly for hosting Witches In Fiction 2015.

Flower In The Sun Farewell Song

Maybe Summertime with  Silver Threads & Golden Needles got a little Down On Me

gave me the Cozmic Blues

Time seemed to Work Me,Lord with Trouble In Mind

 Your The Only One Who Really Knows

 All Is Loneliness

Try...

 Walk Right In and Raise Your Hand 

 take a Piece Of My Heart

 I'm So Sad To Be Alone

What Good Can Drinking Do

 I'm drowning in My Own Tears

  Buried Alive In The Blue

Bye, Bye Baby

Bye Bye

In Loving Memory of Janis Joplin

45 Years of Pearl in the Sky