This little bear is standing still

Unlike my friend’s little boy

Who was constantly moving.

Some mom’s are given a child

Who need a level of care

That is staggering…

Apples in the basket- apples out

Gentle- gentle – gentle

Those hands reaching too roughly for the dog.

Funny non verbal little whirlwind- grinning into the moment

They call it down syndrome.

And she is with him 100%, patient, loving

All seeing – all believing too.

The level of her service

Through one small child is a wonder to behold..

With no need-

For things to be different.

Maybe I can melt my stiff little heart

Just a little- I stand in awe.

Tom Mangelsen is up on You Tube

A 60 mintues rerun

He has healed his soul

By standing behind a camera

All day long – for years.

I could tangibly feel his love of bears

Especially a mother bear, named 399

He stirred my own love for bears

So I thought I’d paint one

It was deep let go though

I wasn’t allowed to paint out of my mind

So as the drawing failed

and I was wiping the canvas with a sponge

There came the bear

Love made it happen, not me

Not even my own love

But LOVE

We are testing these waters

Is LOVE actually real…

Let’s be surprised shall we?

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I will show you the painting – one day soon

Love Sally

The morning sun- lights the grass circle

An unplanned miracle

As I sit with tea and just be

Taking in what happens.

Like the four male deer spashing their way

Down the middle of the river-

Healthy and wet ( x rated)

They parade before me.

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Everthing wants us to wake up

On a hike, yesterday, with John

Lightning stuck a scree field

Just off to the side of where we stood.

FLASH and BOOOOOMMMMM…sending

Loud rocks of scree tumbled down

A cloud of dust where it hit the earth.

It made me so happy

To be this awake..

Everything in conspiring now….

Don’t you feel it?

My friend forgave me

She said it was Uranus’s fault

That we’d gotten caught for a minute

In the illusion of separation.

What a relief that we are cosmic

And so quick to choose again

Words – like- I love you-

Get the job done in a minute.

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I have returned to the still point

Eating my breakfast of fruit

With flowers and candlelight..

On this wet autumn day

Delicious Libra- weighing in the balance

Of what really matters.

“Called or not Called God is There”

Can this really be true….perhaps

In moments when we allow it

Before retreating to the familiarity

Of the obsessive mind and it’s many tricks.

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Four darling teens paid us a brief visit, yesterday

( Jean Pierre’s friends- Seniors at Boulder High)

And when they were leaving

I said to each

“Good job at being a kid”

Is it that simple- that our mere existence is enough.

That is the called or not called – enoughness

Of our existance –

I could see this shining truth in them

Now- to see this in myself

ahhhhhhh- equinox.

My new friend has departed

She ate a large fly…..

The whole purpose of her presence here

But it was long enough for me to

Fall in love

Cinnamon brown and beautiful

And accomplished, capable of being here

In a way I will forever struggle with.

“Oh yee of little faith

But things are a changin!”

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The spider has spun it’s line

And so have we

Invisible threads map our traverse…

The varibles of existance- “come what may.”

But now it’s time to lean back and float

In the moving air of our questions.

It’s a time of testing…

Jumping into the void

0f our most complex feelings

To see how we are held…..

Wings and light unbound.

My hearing loss was sudden….

Was it because the voice of God

Had shouted my name

Waking me in the middle of the night

Yelling- “Hey Sally”

A contempary colloquialism

For getting a persons attention

Which it did-

And since then “meaning” has meandered

As I quietly look for it.. something has changed…..

My hearing is back though –

(once I got the wax out.)

eeekkkkkk….

Sometimes it’s ok to steal

To take the flowering plants from your neighbor’s house

The one scheduled to be destroyed…..

Jay says he’s ok

If he stays close to dirt and water.

As we compare notes on the inner landscape

That tricky realm of shadows and light…..

Recommending curiosity

While I just need to say a deeply honest thing

To someone who knows me.

Saying out loud- my insight

So that it might have a chance of

Budding bright within me.

The humming birds like the purple flowers

This has been a good mix of seeds

Ever changing….

Like me.

Who met with the fierce feminine

and got scorched but of course you would.

She doesn’t mess around, Roaring

Molten center of the earth….

We better behave is all I can say.

And on the personal level

This is what I got….

Stay as close as possible to my own pain

Stay with the heartbreak…

For right there is the love.