Just like Mr Banks
I want to lift my leg
and piss on the high grass
for whoever passes by.
That’s why I write
I want you to get a whiff of me,
my essence discovered
I want to be available
in our two way communication.
A kiss, a love letter,
the wave of the hand.
We can either do rituals from our hearts
where we sing and know our true name
or lame duck rituals, like watching the evening news.
We are performative creatures
beings of two worlds.
Rituals are connecting experiences
where we claim our partnership
in the dance
both as lover and as hero
as a being and a doer.
Like standing stones in a circle
that dance under the moon light
when no one is looking.
We are getting into profound layers now
the deeper we go into this tunnel of love.
As in the coat of many colors
it’s only after being tossed into the well
that the adventure can begin,
one’s perfect destiny.
God is not a concept nor an image
but a spontaneous eruption of love
for someone I know perhaps or
just occurring like a wave on the ocean.
I am that!
AMERICAN BAD GOOD DAY EVENING
“Out beyond ideas of wrong doing
and right doing
there is a field
and I will meet you there”
Winter Count 2020 by Sally King
We almost made the Turkey be our National bird.
Turkey is the Give Away in the Lakota way of life
When you have enough, you give to others in need.
The richest family gave the most
that was how you received honor.
Betsy Burton sent me this photo this morning
(She is our very own White Buffalo Calf Woman)
It was wild how many women were out walking at dusk
after the intensity of the election.
Moving the stagnant energy with each step down the road
If you need to get grounded today
My friend taught me this simple exercise
Look up and see the sky , name it’s color.
Look at your painting and say what color it is.
Mine is blue.
Look at your shoes and really see them,
their shape and color.
This simple seeing and naming
is the present moment
and it will heal you
Grounded in your own
sweet feet! love Sally
“A canoe having passed through dangerous waters
finally reaches calm water.”
At dawn on this election day
It was as if heard the loud creaking of a ship,
Our fragile yet infinitely capable America
as she squeezes through the narrowed way,
Jason and the Argonaunts
are we, in multiple of thousands.
Our vessel, so well imagined by so many
will hold true and come through
this fearsome portal.
Courage and Mercy are with us.
Point of Ripening, The Loba at Turning
Honoring the poet, Diane di Prima,
I share her words with you.
“Is there a myth for the female
large breasted not
That rich time when the harvest
is not yourself
You no longer need
to claim it.
“I have come to know myself
I have gathered
“I am you, I must become you
I have been you, I am always you
I must become you.”
My friend Winnie receives her hay in a mesh bag.
She has to tug small nibbles at a time.
I helped her sneak bigger bites …..
it feels so good to have a full tummy!
We have been surrounded by wild fires
and my nervous system was wound tight
but listening to Winnie’s steady chewing was so peaceful,
her deep contented inhale, horse breath
her warm breath felt on my neck.
I begun to yawn and yawn, letting go.
It’s how we animals regulate.
How we get back into out bodies
after a fight, flight or freeze situation.
Ingest, digest, yawn, breathe.
John will from time to time
recite with joy, a line from Conan the Destroyer, saying
“What is Best in Life”?
I wish you could hear him,
pure Conan the barbarian.
( this painted rock is for his 72d birthday next month)
I find myself returning to earlier times
when I used to make things
when all gifts were homemade.