when was it that hearing the wind began to frighten me?
as a child, i relished it’s strength, loved listening to where it had been
now it speaks to me in different languages
in its unstoppable force, i hear my mortality,
in its battering of the roof top and shaking of the windows, i hear my fears
perhaps i need to go out, to leave my pretend shelter of wood and glass
and meet it in its environment,
and introduce myself to it again...
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, December 30, 2006
sometimes it's the saying of things
aloud
that makes them true...
that's why we hold back
giving voice to what we know....
because
what we make true
creates who we are
and
sometimes the saying of things
aloud
frees us from self-constructed prisons....
because
giving voice to our experience
allows
us to let it go....
and we then
(re) create who we are
aloud
that makes them true...
that's why we hold back
giving voice to what we know....
because
what we make true
creates who we are
and
sometimes the saying of things
aloud
frees us from self-constructed prisons....
because
giving voice to our experience
allows
us to let it go....
and we then
(re) create who we are
Thursday, December 28, 2006
my narcotic
was
to go numb...
don't feel
it's too intense
afraid i'd get lost in my mind
never to touch
reality again
the problem with choosing to feel nothing
over feeling the darkness
is that
i'd trained myself,
quite adroitly,
to also question
joy,
and love
i'd chosen perception
over reality,
control
over risking
i'm risking now,
but only a little,
baby steps
i want
to be who
i am
on the inside
i want
to shout out
to the world
what's inside my head
what's inside my heart
i want
to let go
to live it fully
to not be afraid
i want...
like i said,
baby steps...
was
to go numb...
don't feel
it's too intense
afraid i'd get lost in my mind
never to touch
reality again
the problem with choosing to feel nothing
over feeling the darkness
is that
i'd trained myself,
quite adroitly,
to also question
joy,
and love
i'd chosen perception
over reality,
control
over risking
i'm risking now,
but only a little,
baby steps
i want
to be who
i am
on the inside
i want
to shout out
to the world
what's inside my head
what's inside my heart
i want
to let go
to live it fully
to not be afraid
i want...
like i said,
baby steps...
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
family
what is it that binds us?
shared memories?
but versions
of our histories
invariably differ.
common references then
to a past recollected....
seeing each other
through a veil
of previous experience
what would we
think of one another
without
the recollections
of what went before?
it’s not the blood that connects us
it’s the choice
to remain,
to be,
family
what is it that binds us?
shared memories?
but versions
of our histories
invariably differ.
common references then
to a past recollected....
seeing each other
through a veil
of previous experience
what would we
think of one another
without
the recollections
of what went before?
it’s not the blood that connects us
it’s the choice
to remain,
to be,
family
Saturday, November 25, 2006
“you should float between the borders” she says
oh, but i do, I think
i exist between the borders
have dwelt there, and here,
for a lifetime, or two, it seems...
between the borders that define sexuality,
between the borders that define culture, dual identity,
between this living in, and out, of my mind
between the borders of your skin and mine,
boundaries defined and blurred
celebration and denial of self
knowing and not
patience and haste
between, between, between
between here and there
nowhere it seems, at times...
oh, but i do, I think
i exist between the borders
have dwelt there, and here,
for a lifetime, or two, it seems...
between the borders that define sexuality,
between the borders that define culture, dual identity,
between this living in, and out, of my mind
between the borders of your skin and mine,
boundaries defined and blurred
celebration and denial of self
knowing and not
patience and haste
between, between, between
between here and there
nowhere it seems, at times...
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
“Some days bring you more than 24 hours ahead in your life. It’s like your back tires are stuck in the mud, spinning around and around, until suddenly you hit a rock and you take off. Life is like that. It spins over and over in the same place for days, weeks, months, then something happens and you’re blasted light years away from the hole you had dug for yourself.”
Author - Sylvia Olsen
That’s what I’ve been doing these last years, spinning in the mud, waiting for the rock.....
Author - Sylvia Olsen
That’s what I’ve been doing these last years, spinning in the mud, waiting for the rock.....
Thursday, November 02, 2006
it is one’s capacity to forgive others
it is having compassion
it is behaving with dignity
it is maintaining hope when one’s world is crumbling
it is the power to rebuild one’s life after the night has passed
it is the ability to laugh at one’s self
it is the ability to learn from mistakes
it is the capacity to love again and again.....
it is having compassion
it is behaving with dignity
it is maintaining hope when one’s world is crumbling
it is the power to rebuild one’s life after the night has passed
it is the ability to laugh at one’s self
it is the ability to learn from mistakes
it is the capacity to love again and again.....
Sunday, October 29, 2006
breaking through
from mind
through flesh
to ink
onto a page
the words i use
hard words
silly words
foolish words
painful words
strong words
my words
they reflect
create
re-create
like a child
learning to walk
i begin again from this moment
and will begin
again...
and again...
and i will use my words
to record
to process
to honour
as they
break through
again...
and again...
from mind
through flesh
to ink
onto a page
the words i use
hard words
silly words
foolish words
painful words
strong words
my words
they reflect
create
re-create
like a child
learning to walk
i begin again from this moment
and will begin
again...
and again...
and i will use my words
to record
to process
to honour
as they
break through
again...
and again...
Monday, October 23, 2006
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