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Peanut Shells
The evening air blew cold –
“Come on Spring- you can do it”
I found Priscilla on her couch
Covered by her comfy blanket
Her day’s work done-
I offered her salty peanuts in the shell
They are so messy even on a good day.
Priscilla doesn’t mind a mess…..in her kitchen
Every bowl and cup and cat food tins….
I am in love-
It hasn’t all been cleared away
Dish washer safe- we are not.
It’s the tangle and mash and crusted decay….
Unswept like creativity.
The bowl of peanut shells is overflowing
As I delight in her booklet of today’s ink drawings
This page of various medical procedures in her week
Each one a dear portrait of a square headed human
with glasses- getting blood drawn or pugged into a machine.
I am in love.
Soul Retrieval
I’d been knocked off my axis
The collective illness ( I dare not say it’s name)
Has an evil streak
And I’d gotten caught in it’s net
“Separated from my joy”
As noted by Charlene, my energy massage person
As she held points, like at my elbow
Realigning what was missing
And in holding my hand
She felt the physic travail of where I’d been,
And she didn’t let go.
The miracle of the witness,
Just to have someone else truly know
Makes it possible to come back.
Roadside Trash
I’d read that if you’d like to have closer contact with fairies
Pick up the roadside trash.
And in doing this small thing
I’ve had a shift in my consciousness.
Maybe it’s the fairies that are now whispering to me
But I made more eye contact with people yesterday
And rehung a sweater that had slipped from it’s hanger in a shop.
Perhaps it’s in doing anything different from our pattern
We become more available
Our true selves wake up a bit more.
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What I picked up is this…
7 newspapers in green plastic sleeves
A napkin and swollen phone book,
A priority package- address long gone
( inside we two boxes of covid tests)
Later-donated through our local give- away.
But most interesting… were the two bottles of cinnamon whisky
Tossed within a 100 feet of each other
And in bringing one in with me to take it’s photo
I feel like I have someone’s talisman
A fairy ring in the forest.
Sibling Rivalry
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
The War of Art_ My Podcast-
Two Kings
“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………..
Quantum Valentine
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.
Drink Water
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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The Intimacy of a Kiss
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
her soup pot 