Jan would be the first to leave the wedding.

Her health has been poor and it was a cold night.

But when she stood, cane in hand

a line began to form…….

Her family seeking to say goodnight

or something, touching in for a moment

of being close….

Wildly radiant as she met each one

with something akin to fire…..

I saw all of this!

When it was Henry’s turn, art student at Pratt

Jan extended her hand

with such a glimmer and glint in her eye

A pirate gazing into the future.

Next the sparkling bride and her groom

hugs and kisses….

granddaughters, daughters, her son, two nieces

a brother, his wife and Willow and I

holding the gate by her side.

The night had gotten long and over

and a mist had settled on the sea.

At last she turned to me and said

“Oh, You I’m not saying goodbye to”

tears in my eyes “Me neither”

Events have conspired

A long held door is open

It’s time for me to exit the Matrix.

The enculturated conditioning,

is now illumined

“Step through” the unknown whispers……

Joseph Campbell says this…

“Our demons are our own limitations

which shut us off from knowing

the ubiquity of the spirit.

The consciousness is enlarged

and more spirit is encompassed.”

“My definition of a devil

is a god

who has not yet been recognized.

It’s time for Push Back

Bring it…..

This is my dear friend.

We are very fond of each other

and I don’t think it’s just because I feed her.

Today’s breakfast was a pesto over old beans

with carrot tops, a tasteless peach and part of an apple.

A fair meal for a friend,

Pig, pure pleasure to know you

there it is!

“Before my body formed in the womb

the pattern of my being existed as electrical elements”

Trees too- the wonder of it.

My neighbor, Daniel’s wisdom

grinning at me from under his straw hat…..

one day he got picked up by an envoy ( ET)

and when he asked why him?

A voice said ” You can’t get here unless you are empty”

My life is not dull….

It’s Electrical 😎

When I woke up sputtering for air….

(Apnea is so weird,)

I decided to make tea

to sip it under the stars.

mid- August, Perseid meteors above.

Our young guest’s light was on,

he was sneezing, pointing to the cat.

Making him a hot chocolate

we went out into the night…

Sitting on the bridge the two of us

a granny and a boy

with a clear view of the night sky.

Faces turned toward the Milky Way

Saying things like…..

“Did you see that one?

or “Oh how quick”

Ahhhhhhhhhh, eeeeeeeeeee,

filling up on stars,

filling up on wonder!

Imagine yourself standing on a beach

near the waterline

as you gaze out over the ocean.

The wet sand is so solid

that your feet leave only the faintest of imprints…

You step forward

to stand just within reach of the leading edge of the waves.

As each wave curls around your ankles

and then rushes out again

notice that it sucks the sand out from under your feet,

unsettling you.

You are forced to take a new stance, again and again.

This is something like the relationship

between the ego

and the larger divine perspective

that both attracts and undermines.

Can we be “undermined” sufficiently to allow a true transcending?

“Oh but how we resist”

A sharing from one of my all time favorite books,

Uniting Sex, Self and Spirit by Genia Pauli Haddon

I am making an apple pie

For myself,

and for my big bumbling country

made up of individuals wrestling with the same demons.

Remember how Jimmy Carter got busted for having lustful thoughts

Well, I’m busted too, my thoughts are often not great,

a form of shadow boxing that I think is real

Lustful would be way better👩‍🦳

We are not going to get anywhere

unless we realize that we are bonified crazy here,

that life is a wild and free- not knowable – experience

that is not identifiable by what we say it is.

One of women I knew in the mountains

named her son Freedom.

Apple pie for All!🥧

A puff of air, as we sailors call it

rippled the surface of the lake this morning.

My sister has had a touch and go year.

She’s hoping to be getting off

of a mean medicine this month

that has kept her energy low.

I painted the two of us sailing our boats, side by side

Free in the wind with her hand on the tiller.

The painting is a shamanic healing,

going into the void and choosing a high vibe,

pulling us back into what we love,

as our sails fill with a puff of air!

In the new consciousness

I may try to trick you

into believing the myth of my un-reality

for the thousandth time

But knowing you

you will see my shimmering edges….

the shared knowledge

that I’m really awesome and free.

“You are the River and I am the Shore”

Summer Solstice painting 2021

“Cause you are the river

and I am the shore.

And it goes on and on

watching the river run

further and further

from things that we’ve done,

leaving them one by one”

love Sally

finally understands that Water…

Is water ,

The sheer joy of communication with another human being!

I think that many of us are posed for the same kind of breakthrough

On this eve of the summer solstice.

Just don’t try to be funny in an e mail,

Humor requires a face, a wink and a smile.

Our newly adopted cat

was an inside cat from Texas

but he will tentatively go outside

if I am there with him!

Last night he sat on the low step

observing the geese walk across the grass

Riveted

Like Hellen,

The sheer joy of Water!

Happy Solstice 2021