I went to the house of my friend’s today

She is  reliable and funny and alive and accepting and wise.

And I know how fortunate I am to have her as my friend.

She is thrilled when I tell her of my encounter with my shadow.

( The shadow is a  negative personal quality long hidden and disruptive to relationships)

She says she wishes this for herself

I laugh, free again through her.

There is no place for shame,

Not with her admiration shining down on me.

 

Lady Godiva Day 2019

 

 

 

 

 

Up where the snow has just melted

Close to tree line above Blue lake

There is a shallow pool with hat size mounds of soft green grass

And we thought how fine it would be

to don one of them as a hat,

Moist and cool and

heavy with earth.

We tied it under our chins with purple ribbons.

A  grass hat fit for the queen!

 

 

“Is that it doesn’t matter if you love me or not.”

Sweet moments happen of there own accord

(not because I will them into existence).

Oh I have my complaints,

they are a fever, a dust storm, an addiction,

an effort to control (him).

Limiting thought structures that hold me back.

I declare to do better.

To stay awake to the newness unfolding in me.

To daringly let it all be new.

 

My friend at the end of his life

experienced complete love

and in this state, he could find nothing negative.

 

 

The snake that I thought was dead, wasn’t.

Now, everyday I look for her.

She is invisibly waiting for me,

somewhere near the watering hose.

Our friend died Monday.

We wrapped him in a shroud of many colors

“Where would I go I am here”  RM

 

 

Is it the coffee or the rushing river?

What I am,

passes me  in a race down stream,

a pace with no spaces, no time to think

The momentary molecule bursts over my head

Tears of wonder

There is nothing to hold onto.

 

Chloe cut her foot last night

and needed stitches to keep her toe.

My mother died from  a similar injury.

And just last week,

we put her ashes into the gulf stream.

A quick trip around the world.

 

We can’t hold the moment or each other for  very long

The unwilling hand opens

to rest upon the heart

While the opposite hand reached upward

Signaling  “Victory”

 

 

 

 

 

 

I drew a tarot card for my nephew today

The Magician and it reads,

will power, discipline and taking appropriate action

with a warning to not partake of the low hanging fruit of the uncommitted.

I know this boy, this freshly graduated High School senior!

Last summer while he was listening to tunes through buds in his ears,

he somehow knew to take them out

just in time to hear the warning rattle of the coiled snake at his feet.

So the Magician fits.

Life is like this, a constant flow of information,

tailored for our development and wonder.

A chance to fulfil our unique and rare purpose,

usually not found on any form with little boxes to check.

Being an artist is just a cover story for my true purpose,

A Subversive Activist for the Preservation of Humanity-O

What’s your handle?

Love, SAPHO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An elephant in heat is called  Must

Fertility demands union, life is a must.

Men desire women with an intensity that is molecular

(No wonder men wanted to call God ” He”)

Spring is a good time for compassion

So  give “him ” a break,  nodding to the mystery,

A skip in the park.

 

(For Charlie this Beltane)

 

When I was a girl, The Silent Spring was published, written by Rachel Carson,

who wove  together her  abilities ,

beautiful writing with an understanding of deep science,

She was single parent and attacked by the powerful and at the end, very ill

Yet, she woke up the world to an awareness that DDT was killing the birds

Hers was the first voice heard, we had no idea of  remote consequences

Of poisons permeating delicate ecosystems.

Women became warriors, I saw it in  my mother.

 

RC  “The stream of time moves forward and mankind moves with it.

Our generation must come to terms with the environment.

We must face realities instead of taking refuge in ignorance and evasion of truth.

Ours is a grave and sobering responsibility, but it is also a shining opportunity.

We go out into a world where mankind is challenged, as it has never been challenged before, to prove its maturity and its mastery — not of nature, but of itself.
Therein lies our hope and our destiny.”   EARTH DAY 2019

When my mother died she  was whisked away in a black bag

within an hour of her death, taken by people we did not know.

She wanted her body to be given to Science ( whoever that is)

Years later, still stricken, my brother and I have a confusing relationship,

Could it be that this lack of  ritual  upon her death  has severed us?

Big things happen  so fast  and become unconscious so quickly.

We hardly know the cause of our pain.

Didn’t Mary Magdalene freak out when the tomb was empty?

Oil and cardamom spice, flower petals and cornmeal.

 

Come June, the three of us , who shared womb space,

Will pile high upon a plate, our mother’s ashes,

Blessedly returned, thank goodness.

For we are in need of a time together

to just be with her and each other.