My little brother, Jay ( 70 yrs old)

Just joined my blog today

(Right after I told him not to.)

Relationships are so precious and precarious

Wrestling it out today…..

We went to the mats….

This tug in my heart to say

How important writing is to my life.

He’s a writer too

(So you can see the trouble we might have)

But after I told him a bunch of my truths

When it was his turn to step up

He hit the ball out of the park!

Doing exactly what I told him not to.

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HI Jay and Welcome

The Collage of the Two Birds in the Snow

was made by Priscilla Cohan

Please listen to link below- Heart to Art!

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-i7ciw-13818f5

 

“The World is so full of a number of things

I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings”

Coming back from the land of illness

I am so easily pleased,

Jean Pierre and I scratched away the black ink

Covering the bright colors below

Working silently with our pointed tools

Happy as two clams,

Oooo-ing and ahhhhh-ing over each other’s art.

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From the land of illness too

In a morning conversations this week

I was able to name Our Myth….. when I said to John

We are The Two Kings

It has taken me a long time to claim my throne

But now that I have………..

I visited Russia just after the Berlin Wall came down.

Kindred- kind people, not unlike my own.

“there was strawberry jam on oatmeal and

the art museums, The Hermitage

and the little ladies with black arm bands

telling me about the siege of St Petersburg.”

So in a bold moment yesterday- I sent a Valentine to Putin.

In a quantum leap- the particle becomes a wave.

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When I was little, I imaged the iron curtain

As a tall corrugated -fluted wall of shiny metal

That my love could cross over.

Guess I’m still at it….

Virtual Valentine Transmission-

Received

(as it turns out)

Only by me

But maybe it only takes one of us

To fulfil the circuit of love’s mighty current.

Quantum Valentine.

No more boasting

I have succumb to the common germ pool

A lovely school of fish in our little cold bodies

Cough Cough

As I navigate the depths with others of my species.

Willow wants to bring me soup.

Food has little appeal

But her friendly voice on the phone

Is pure medicine.

I had to call our friends that we’d had dinner with

(Their first dinner party in four years

As they’d been waiting out the crime wave of covid )

To alert them to the Danger.

Cough Cough

She was so kind, again pure medicine.

Humble little fish -grateful

An evolving species.

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I’ve been listening to music from the 60’s

So -no wonder that I dreamed

About kissing my high school boyfriend.

And Ick – he was a frog!

I knew in a second that he was not right for me!

Reflecting this morning

How much one has to sort through to find

What matches us,

What’s is right specifically for us!

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What has been a big help for me

Has been to discover that I am

A “Projector ” ( in Human Design)

It’s very cool- a map of your aura type…

Your open and closed centers.

Just Go to “My Human Design” “

And entering your birth info.

(Projectors are here to be guides)

And I have a new blog

It’s called projectornotes.com

The animals have let themselves be seen.

Gentle deer in a line crossing the river

Watching out for each other…..

( that is the kind of care I need.)

Busy squirrel too… ready for change

( a reminder to plan ahead but not go nuts)

And what of the macho fox prancing

With his thick tail so fine, completely confident

Suggesting that We Can do It

( whatever that personally means to you)

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It’s January 10th and the sun

Is noticeably more available

And we instinctively return from the underworld.

“The Navajo have no word for death

But call it- Adin

Which means “no longer available”

It’s a better description

because we’re still somewhere

We don’t just disappear”

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Quote from a novel…..

In a Town Called Paradox

A good read!

In a minute or less

I told him a hard truth.

Truth telling doesn’t need embellishment

It just needs to get out.

It is not an attack

It is just a big reveal…..

Releasing of an energetic secret

The kind that is a splinter in your paw.

I’d been feeling off for a couple of days,

Vaguely annoyed with John,

Just conscious enough

To catch what I was up to.

My own unresolved guilt was the egg I was sitting on

And instead of admitting these feelings ( even to myself)

I was hurling stones at John – or at least wanting to

As a diversion.

So I blurted it out – quick……

Amazing how much better I feel.

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January is my month of karma

I met John, I got divorced, I had a baby

Lovely John, Lovely first husband, Lovely daughter!

Bless you January!

My Mom and Me

Sitting together in the sun with a stiff sea breeze.

She made it to 98

With joy in her heart- not easy

As I begin to get my toes wet with the reality of growing old.

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Abandoning my frozen car, left on a mountain pass

Too cold to start its old engine.

Insurance micky mouse and towing failure to understand

I’m still working on it

Cold-Days later…….

Oddly I’ve been sleeping better,

Warrior spirit awakened,

We drove back over with a new battery

Which still didn’t get the engine to turn over.

In our youth we had all manner of car escapades

And this adventure has reminded me of how “game” we were

Reminding me that an attitude of

” COME WHAT MAY”

Is my best bet for aging well.

Not easy….

I used to ask my mom to tell me about her difficult feelings

And I find with myself

That it is the liberation of a fear

That sits heavy in my heart

That sets me free to join back in the flow…

Of come what may.

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I recommend,

1 Mediation with Dick Schwartz

Inviting a Part to Speak, on You Tube

I had to deal with the fear of not being as capable

as I once was.