tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1172286725162312392024-03-14T06:59:29.782-04:00What I'm Thinking TodayA grab-bag of thoughts and wonderings, My electronic-mini-journalawitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-70098014212740327662013-04-05T15:59:00.001-04:002013-04-05T16:00:20.377-04:00Poetry Month!April is National Poetry Month in America and there is a challenge some poets take on to write 30 poems in 30 days. I'm not those poets. I wish I were that prolific but I do love the idea and I usually write a lot during this month. I already have one finished poem, two in the works and one or two other ideas brewing! Here's the finished (for now) piece. I'm not sure of a title. Maybe "Accumulation" or "Acquired"?<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Twelve and a half years ago I had a baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">and my body changed a lot</div><div style="text-align: center;">my tummy that had once been flat became round and heavy</div><div style="text-align: center;">it stayed that way</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was devastatingly convex</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hated it at first and for a long time until</div><div style="text-align: center;">I realized that round is one of my favorite shapes</div><div style="text-align: center;">and that anything that has harbored life</div><div style="text-align: center;">shouldn't be taken lightly</div><div style="text-align: center;">Besides, maybe I look a little like Sarasvati</div><div style="text-align: center;">and oh, she is beautiful</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was looking in the mirror and chanced a quick smile</div><div style="text-align: center;">to see what others see when I do that and</div><div style="text-align: center;">there were tiny lines next to my eyes that </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't remember collecting but</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just started giggling with them and I </div><div style="text-align: center;">couldn't stop because I realized</div><div style="text-align: center;">every time I've laughed till I cried</div><div style="text-align: center;">or till my belly ached</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was gathering those wonderful lines</div><div style="text-align: center;">they were there in the making every time</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw a silver hair, I think</div><div style="text-align: center;">it was short so I couldn't be sure but</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got so excited because</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've heard that silver hairs are story hairs</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I figure if I really got one</div><div style="text-align: center;">it must be time for me to start telling.</div>awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-31852204013825314362013-03-28T11:51:00.000-04:002013-03-28T16:06:07.561-04:00Gay MarriageGay marriage. What's the big deal? A couple years ago I went to a dinner party for a friend who was moving out of state. It was hosted by a couple of gay men. Aside from the impeccably clean and well-decorated house and the heavenly food, what I really enjoyed that night was the obviously deep love they felt for each other. I have always loved seeing people in love.<br />
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Something was said that night that really made me think and has stuck with me. One of the guys said he was sick of hearing about the "gay lifestyle". What is that anyway? To paraphrase, he said: we go to work, go to the gym, spend time with our kids, sometimes we go to the movies or have people over for dinner. What we do in the bedroom might be different but there are hetero- couples out there who do things that are much kinkier than what the average gay couple is doing and the bottom line is who cares?<br />
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Well, that's what I'm pissed off about. The only people who care are people whose religious beliefs state that gay relationships are wrong. So- when are we going to be told we can no longer eat pork? It's that crazy! And what makes me even angrier is that this issue is being used to manipulate voters and detract our attention from other shady things our politicians are doing. They know that, just like with abortion, people will get heated about this topic. We need to pay closer attention.<br />
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Is anyone so against gay marriage that they'd rather rail on about that than stop our government from allowing GMOs in our food? Is anyone so against gay marriage that they would place that as a priority above how we care for our environment? Sadly, that seems to be the case.<br />
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When you think about it, the whole thing is just silly. It was the first thing that made me question government. What does government have to do with it? Why would we work to cause problems for people who just want to be in love? Why would anyone try to hold others to their own beliefs? Why do we care what others are doing?<br />
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I would like to think we're better than this. We need to be better than this. We should be thinking about what we will allow our government to do, not what they should or shouldn't allow citizens to do. We're constantly losing ground, letting our freedoms slip away. If we don't start standing up for one another, regardless of our differing beliefs, we're going to end up where we're heading and that's not a pretty picture. <br />
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I am concerned about gay marriage. I have to be because I know that when you deny freedom to ANY person or group, we all have less freedom. When you strip someone of their rights because of race, gender, sexual orientation, or any other inherent thing they are, we all have fewer rights. I have to support gay marriage because I love love. I want all the people I know to be able to express their love and live in whatever way they feel is right.<br />
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I want Americans to wake up and realize that what you do to others, you're doing to yourself. Stop being sheep, stop judging and being hateful. If you are strong in your belief, the actions of others can not harm that. We have to move beyond tolerance into acceptance, of others and of ourselves. We have to realize that we're all we have. We're all on this little rock together and there are things happening that threaten our survival. Two men or two women loving one another threatens nothing. They simply add to our strength by supporting one another and being themselves. We all need to be our own weird, different, unique selves to see the gifts we have to offer.<br />
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Please, pay attention, stop watching Fox news, do your best to think, act, and speak from a place of love, be creative and helpful, question what you're told, question what you've been brought up to believe, be the grace that you were put here to be. We are all responsible for what happens in our time. Can you work toward leaving behind a legacy of love? <br />
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<br />awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-53810878649910934302013-01-08T20:27:00.003-05:002013-01-08T20:27:52.391-05:00From Everyone To Ourselves<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<u>From Everyone to Ourselves</u></h2>
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The chairs in my kitchen are really tall</div>
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so I climbed up on one the other day,</div>
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to get a better look at the whole world</div>
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I was like, "Whoa..."- it was crazy!</div>
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All these people, <i>all</i> the people</div>
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struggling in different directions</div>
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away from and against and sometimes even through</div>
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but so seldom toward</div>
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So, I took out a wide rubber-band,</div>
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stretched it out,</div>
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and put it around the whole world, </div>
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and on it I wrote these words:</div>
I love you. I love all of you Each of you is worthy of everything you need and whatever you kindly want You all are necessary You shine with a light generated by every beautiful moment as seen only through your own heart and what's more, all the pain- and I know there's so much pain- but know that you were worth it Every thing you've lived through was worth you being here today You are perfectly who you're meant to be<br />
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and just as I was about to exclamate my point</div>
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the rubber-band slid and snapped off, went</div>
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hurdling into space somewhere, so</div>
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those words are still out there but</div>
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in the contraction they've become tiny lines</div>
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that look like grass drawn by children</div>
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before they've been taught that the ground and sky are touching</div>
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when green is a line at the bottom of the page and</div>
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blue is a line at the top</div>
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But maybe the trick is, they know something we don't</div>
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because you can't reach the bottom branch of that tree,</div>
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not even on your tippy-toes </div>
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and even if you could, even if you could </div>
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climb all the way to the top and reach up</div>
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even if you could fly</div>
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even birds don't get to touch that blue</div>
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But I wonder</div>
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I wonder if the astronauts when they're taking off,</div>
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blasting off in those rockets</div>
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are they shaking around shitting their pants so much that</div>
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they don't even notice when they go through</div>
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the top of the page?</div>
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And what if they're up there one day</div>
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looking down at us all </div>
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through a tiny porthole</div>
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and they see a rubber-band float by</div>
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one might say, "Did that have writing on it?"</div>
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and another would answer, </div>
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"I think it was just grass but- I feel better."</div>
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Because it's scary to go off the page</div>
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to not have the blue and green</div>
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whether or not they're touching</div>
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holding you in</div>
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And maybe from way up there it's easier to see how much we really don't know</div>
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and that all we think we know is just that</div>
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what we think</div>
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Because as grown-ups, we know</div>
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the colors we see are only what light reflects</div>
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we see green because grass absorbs all the other colors</div>
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just to show us green.</div>
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So if green's not really green and</div>
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blue might not be blue and</div>
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if they touch or don't touch- really</div>
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all we can be sure of is that <i>we</i></div>
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are way more than the facts</div>
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and what we absorb </div>
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is different from how we're known</div>
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and it doesn't matter if you can climb that tree because</div>
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we're the same stuff-</div>
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the stars, that tree, you, me</div>
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And grown-ups have also learned that </div>
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thoughts have <b>mass</b></div>
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yep, <b>mass</b></div>
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(even in space) </div>
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This means that </div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">thoughts are things,</span></div>
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things that can go out and change</div>
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or not even change,</div>
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they can make this world</div>
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But we knew that a long time ago</div>
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back when they told us stories</div>
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and those stories were just words but</div>
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those words came from thoughts and</div>
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those words made pictures in our heads</div>
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pictures that were like whole new worlds</div>
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So, if I give you a story, know that it's real</div>
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and even though it's just words, I'm giving you a world:</div>
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Once upon a time, you were two cells.</div>
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That didn't last long. You're many more now.</div>
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And more than just cells, you're made up of</div>
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water and carbon and all the things that make stars shine.</div>
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You're every moment you've lived till now,</div>
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every promise, wish, and vow,</div>
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every silence, every cry,</div>
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every giggle, every sigh.</div>
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You're every smile you've ever shared</div>
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and everything for which you've cared</div>
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And you can know this now-</div>
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through your eyes and your ears straight into your bones that </div>
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<i>you</i> are a maker of everything</div>
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however tired, however spent,</div>
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however much wind life has knocked out of you,</div>
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you're still here</div>
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and you're still creating this world,</div>
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and the blue and the green, they still hold you</div>
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and they <i>do</i> touch</div>
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like <i>we all</i> touch</div>
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like we can't help</div>
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being part of it all.</div>
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<a href="http://soundcloud.com/ypsilittlehousew/from-everyone-to-ourselves?utm_source=soundcloud&utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=blogger&utm_content=http://soundcloud.com/ypsilittlehousew/from-everyone-to-ourselves">From Everyone To Ourselves</a>awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-14829384207959787212011-10-09T13:26:00.003-04:002011-10-09T14:00:42.080-04:00What's it all about?There has been a lot of criticism of the Occupy Wall Street movement, much of which centers on the supposed lack of a clear message. It's not that the message isn't clear, it's that there are is a long list of grievances and unless the sources reporting take the time to hear many of these, they will remain ignorant. Of course, considering those "reporting" are in America, they're either completely stupid or just plain lying if they say they don't know what this is about. In fact, I think you'd have to be from another planet to not know what this is about. I am not a politically or economically-minded person. The intricacies of this mess are a blur to me but the big picture is that our country has been robbed and the whole world is suffering. <br />
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My personal complaints in relation to the Occupation:<br />
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* Working too many hours for too little compensation.<br />
* Working full time with no health-care.<br />
* The fact that higher is out of reach education due to the cost and lack of promise in the job market.<br />
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But also:<br />
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* The difference in percentage of income paid as taxes by the ultra-rich over the past 30-50 years.<br />
* Millions of Americans lost their savings, retirements, homes, and got no compensation.<br />
* Those who were at fault for the losses got a "bailout", (because they run on our money), but not a cent was returned to the people who actually lost everything. Not a single person went to jail.<br />
* Students graduating college can't find jobs in the field they studied for, and if they can they don't pay enough to live, let alone pay back their enormous student loan debt.<br />
* Millions of Americans have no health insurance. Of those who do, most have to pay large co-pays and pay for many things that aren't "covered". Health "care" is an industry, aimed more at "treating" dis-ease than preventing or maintaining health or curing anything. Big Pharm. is an evil industry.<br />
* The 1% (top wealthiest) greed has infested everything, causing us to relentlessly pursue our planet's natural resources and use forms of energy that are ecologically toxic. <br />
* We've been brainwashed into consumerism and have lost much arcane knowledge, we need to regain more power over our own well-being.<br />
* Our food is tainted, the government has allowed the modification not only of prepared packaged food-type products, but also of your basic tomato. It's getting difficult to get clean seeds. There are far too many money-makers in our food system, putting pressure on farmers and exponentially over-charging consumers.<br />
* Our politicians, (and, therefore, our policies), are insistently influenced by large corporations with designs on wringing every cent out of the world while polluting at their leisure. <br />
* The "two"-party system isn't working anymore. The super-rich should be taxed properly and out of that more reasonable tax-pool, each individual who is elected by any party should be given the same (reasonable) amount for campaigning and time in televised debate or, better, just making statements and taking honest questions. <br />
* Voting should matter. There should be no electoral college. One person, one vote. Period. <br />
* And we should be able to vote on EVERYTHING. We should not be at the mercy of congress sweeping in mid-term and abolishing our new, shiny health-care reform.<br />
* Every American citizen, (I believe every human being but I have to start where I am), should have health care, a college education, decent primary schooling that is not based on standardized testing, a home that's made of healthy, natural materials and is affordable, work that pays a high enough wage to pay bills and enjoy life, fewer weekly hours worked and more time off, healthy, clean food that isn't "genetically modified" or made of chemicals...<br />
* We need to be more local. I'm against sending work over-seas but for a somewhat different reason than some. I do want things I buy to be made here, as near to me as possible so that the transport of goods does less damage. I also want these nasty corporations to stop setting up sweat shops in other countries, paying people disgustingly nominal wages to work in brutal conditions so that I can have some cool stuff at the Target dollar-spot. If we stop all of that, if we bring our work home and take our money back, stop warring all over the place, we could go to these countries and help because our own country would be functional.<br />
* We don't want to be at war anymore. Bring our soldiers home. That's a lot of people who could work at designing and building clean, sustainable power sources.<br />
* There is a lot of work to be done in this country. There are a lot of jobs to do. We just need the money to pay for them.<br />
* We're not alone. The reason we've sat in American and watched as Egypt and Libya and Greece and so many other places erupted is that it's been almost-tolerable for so long. Not only do we have a lot of conveniences here, we've also been taken with the idea that we're somehow in a bubble, that the things the rest of the world has to deal with don't affect us. "Well, sure glad we don't have any evil dictators here in these great states!" Unless you really stop and think about it. Or if they get really greedy and just decide to pull a mighty heist right before everyone's eyes. Like they did. It took us three years of stewing over that to get to where we are today. We're standing up for ourselves, and we're standing up with the rest of the world. We've finally said, "We're with you! We're not going to take it anymore, either! We're with you!". I'm really glad to be here, watching and cheering and, soon, marching with the whole world. <br />
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It's about taking it back!awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-37192033887031274122011-10-07T22:16:00.000-04:002011-10-07T22:16:20.684-04:00Wall Street is OccupiedIt's happening! The revolution we've needed, the one I've felt brewing under the surface of our society, has finally begun! There are thousands of people filling Wall Street in New York City, speaking for the millions of Americans who are finally fed up. We're tired of struggling, of outrageous student debt, jobs that don't pay enough to live, being scammed out of our savings... We're tired of the top 1% holding so much wealth while their special interest groups lobby with their almighty dollars to make changes to our system that hurt the other 99%. Our schools are horrible, taxes are all out of proportion, the cost of living has increased much more quickly than wages, and our government is doing nothing to protect us. They're totally fed by and beholden to these big corporations who are running our country into the ground. <br />
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I've never paid a lot of attention to politics or finance. Over the past few years I've tried to learn more about what's going on and it's completely crazy. I understand why I didn't want to know. We've been conditioned to look the other way. We're mollified by T.V. and movies, video games and various other distractions. We're pitted against one another by "issues" that don't interfere with the corporate agenda. I feel this fresh air blowing across the country. We've finally woken up. There are finally enough of us who don't want to look away anymore. We want things to be better. <br />
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The fact that this is happening in America is very important. I have no crazy ideas that America is still the most "powerful" country, and certainly not the most wealthy, but we are the most watched. I wish it wasn't that way but even if you look at the entertainment industry, someone can be wildly famous elsewhere and utterly unknown here, while most big American names are known in many other countries. Who in America had heard of Alanis Morissette before "Jagged Little Pill"? And she had two huge albums just north of the border. Unfortunately, for a long time, we've also been one of the least politically active societies.<br />
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We're supposed to be the leaders of democracy. I feel we, the people of the United States, have an obligation to the rest of the world to hold our government accountable. We have freedoms that others don't. So many people have risked so much the world over to rise up against corrupt systems. We have it easy here, in a lot of ways, and that's been one of the problems. We're finally outraged at ourselves. We realize we have the power to change things and we're done being complacent. Our forefathers sent us a lovely statement about what to do in times such as these. :<br />
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"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."<br />
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(We should say why we're pissed.)<br />
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"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness."<br />
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(We all know that part, right?) <br />
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"That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers <u>from the consent of the governed</u>, That whenever any Form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the people to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."<br />
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(We, the People, are in charge.)<br />
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"Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But <u>when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their further security."</u><br />
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(People will put up with a lot of shit but at a certain point, enough is enough.)<br />
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My new favorite document is the Declaration of Independence.<br />
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It's time. Enough is certainly enough. There are a lot of things wrong with this country and with the world. People everywhere are taking steps, brave steps, to create change. I'm buoyed by this. Those people down on Wall Street, and the others all over the country in support, and all over the world in similar battles, they're hope incarnate. These people are heros, they're <em>our</em> voices and <em>our </em>outrage, they're pursuing justice for millions. God and Goddess bless them and protect them!awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-44351020748096125292011-09-09T00:00:00.000-04:002011-09-09T00:00:04.995-04:00Pub PrologueWould you like a round of rollicking wit?<br />
Or to hear of Nature's succulent tit?<br />
A tale of two lovers, star-crossed and horny?<br />
A knight lost and stuck in a mire deep and thorny?<br />
A kind old and rich, half-dead on his throne?<br />
A princess made maiden without any home?<br />
A dog and a man who danced for their bread?<br />
Something to tickle as you numb our head?<br />
Shall it be twisted like labyrinth’s gait?<br />
Keep you on edge of your seat and breath-bate?<br />
Stories of gods, the old or the new?<br />
Something about me? Something about you?<br />
Something well-known, familiar, and rusty?<br />
Or something bawdy, bodaciously lusty?<br />
Something to color your dreams tonight?<br />
Or to keep you up turning over with fright?<br />
A tale of a barnyard and what's done out back?<br />
Or of traveling man with mysterious sack?<br />
Shall it be magical, whimsical, Faye?<br />
Or heavy as pondering your dying day?<br />
A story of olde handed down mouth to ear?<br />
Or one I just wrote, this very year?<br />
Do you want royalty, high on their- selves?<br />
Otherworldly places scattered with elves?<br />
Pipers and rodents are overly-done.<br />
Shout out a brand new idea just for fun!<br />
<br />
<br />
The Michigan Renaissance Festival is in full swing right now and I won't be attending this year but I think it inspired this!awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-2647278806517497082011-08-11T01:26:00.002-04:002011-08-11T01:34:22.335-04:00How to Not Let the World Drive You Crazy (if you're me)For my 100th blog, I thought it appropriate that I actually show up and <em>write</em> a blog, (rather than just post some poetry). The obvious topic: Why haven't I been blogging? Ok, gather 'round girls and boys and we'll work this one out.<br />
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I think the main thing that has kept me away has been the things I've been thinking of. They don't have any simple solutions or plausible explanations. I can't find that Pollyanna spin for any of it. I suppose it boils down to shock and awe at the state of the world. The problem with that... ok, I can't even begin to breathe on a whisper of a hint of the problems with that. But the problem with me thinking of it is that it <em>is</em> without solution. That is, as long as we look at the big picture. And I've written about this before so I know this already. When you stand too close and look at the details, when you try to work it all out and make some sense of it, when you try to see what's really going on behind what we're told, you feel very, very small. And that's no way to ignite a revolutionary state of mind, or to promote any sort of hope at all. What a person has to keep in mind is that the world is absolutely, incurably, undeniably, sickeningly, and dangerously insane. And it's not our fault. Well, that is, it's not our fault- individually. But the point is that we're not meant to try and affect that mess. We're not supposed to be out to slay that wind-mill. We're each here about our own individual business and that can get lost in a heartbeat as loud as this world can be. <br />
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Ah, there's the thing that does me in- the roar of the world. It comes in so many voices. It's the T.V. I stopped watching, the horrors that are happening even though I'm not looking, political opining, so many -ism's, so much abuse and cruelty. It's just a big, loud world out there and it can rub a person raw just to know about it. My reaction to that is to retreat till the scabs heal. I'm really glad to say that I've learned a lot in this quiet time. Rather than dwelling deep within anything, I've simply been staying really close to myself. I've watched my responses and thought about how certain things affect me and why my responses might be so different from those of the people around me. People are fascinating people. We can have so much in common and yet such different ways of being. One of the most important things I've started to, (finally), realize is that sometimes people just don't understand. I think I forget about how unique we all are and expect that other people can understand why I might deal with something in a certain way, or even an opinion I might have. Something in that "wanting to please" part trys to tell me that if someone else can't comprehend what I'm going through, I must be doing something wrong. I forget that it's <em>me</em> who's going through the thing. Of course someone else would do something differently, they're not me! I can see where you might be getting bored right about now, what is this, Sesame Street Self Help? But bear with me, this is ground breaking stuff for this girl. <br />
<br />
So I've rather sloppily established two things so far. 1. Don't worry about the world. Have compassion but don't let that drain passion. 2. Don't worry when they don't get it. They never will and it won't ever matter.<br />
Well, that feels better. Now I have to add something I, (mercifully), learned a long time ago. 3. Laugh at yourself!<br />
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I can not stress the importance of number three. I would make it number one but if you skip one and two you won't be laughing at anything anyway. I think I may have a mild form of what Big Pharm likes to call social anxiety. What that really means is I'm shy. And I, (as I believe we've covered), think too much of the opinions of others and, for some reason, really want to be understood. Again, I can not stress the importance of number three. I have had some awkward moments and uncomfortable situations that might have literally killed me of embarrassment in my teens. (Yes, I understand the word. I actually believe I might have died of heart failure or brain aneurysm in any of several situations in my life had I not learned the ability to laugh at myself.) I would really like to announce my retirement from the habit of occasional dorkiness and doing things others find strange but it would be short lived. Besides, trying or not, I'm one of the funniest people I know.<br />
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4. Have good friends. This is a tough one. I am a very lucky person in that I have some very dear friends who have become a family to me. I've retreated from them in a lot of ways too but the retreat <em>is </em>something I'm willing to retire from. I think I just take in so much from so many directions and I haven't learned to filter it properly so at some point I just start to hide from everything. Again, this is a thing a lot of people don't understand but knowing that, I can try to at least explain the need. I feel like I've made so many gains. I know that I tend toward depression in the winter and that was surely an issue in that season but my desire to spend a lot of time alone outlasted depression. I started to understand what that time is for. I need to make a conscious effort to sit with myself and process what I've been through in the day or week. It's a nasty habit of this culture to plow ahead through each dayweekmonthyear without really slowing down to say, "How do I feel in this moment?". So, I need to ask myself how I feel in this moment and then pick up the damn phone and call someone to talk about it. I also really want to get more comfortable processing these things with my friends, rather than brooding over them alone.<br />
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5. Write. Writing has been my anchor at every turn and for so long in my life. It's what happens as a result of my life. It's the safest way to figure something out. My other favorite pressure valve is singing. Sometimes I don't have any words for a thing but a ton of emotion. If I'm excited or angry or overwhelmed, I'll put on some music I like and belt out a few songs, it helps push the excess energy out. Also, sometimes if I'm feeling lazy I can sing and get energy, too. It helps I live in a house so I'm not driving neighbors crazy. So maybe number five should officially be 5. Find things that make you happy and do them. Or, to be more specific, learn what soothes you. Having outlets and hobbies and interests is an essential way to nurture the soul. It's these things and our connections with others that really make our lives. <br />
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This feels like another really disorganized post but it also felt like a good write. I'd like to recap:<br />
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How to not let the world drive you crazy if you're me:<br />
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1. Don't worry over the world's details.<br />
<br />
2. Don't worry what they think.<br />
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3. Laugh at yourself!!<br />
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4. Have amazing friends. <br />
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5. Do what you love and what nurtures you, (even hiding away sometimes).<br />
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Wow, that's doable. See, I should have just blogged a long time ago, I would have figured it all out. :) Not really, its a process. That is, it's all part of the show, folks. awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-39336200729547051872011-08-08T00:29:00.000-04:002011-08-08T00:29:49.543-04:00The gods are inconsolable.(excerpt from a work in progress)<br />
<br />
<br />
I'm watching this new Trickster god<br />
and he says, "Look over here!", but I don't<br />
as he pulls a paper flower of politic<br />
out of his ass<br />
and even Loki and Anansi<br />
shudder to see<br />
what the other hand is up to.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-70782829707276512532011-07-20T00:14:00.000-04:002011-07-20T00:14:22.731-04:00Can you find the poem within the poem?<div style="text-align: center;">One at a time, please</div><div style="text-align: center;">One at a time</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a one on one kinda</div><div style="text-align: center;">girl</div><div style="text-align: center;">or maybe two or three</div><div style="text-align: center;">but put me in a room full and</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh</div><div style="text-align: center;">what a mess I feel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Too many</div><div style="text-align: center;">faces voices conversations</div><div style="text-align: center;">emotions intentions states of being</div><div style="text-align: center;">too much information to</div><div style="text-align: center;">gather</div><div style="text-align: center;">in anything that looks like sense</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I may make for a corner</div><div style="text-align: center;">to scope out the scene</div><div style="text-align: center;">try to make invisible and observe</div><div style="text-align: center;">stand back and see more clearly</div><div style="text-align: center;">in a place of some sort of </div><div style="text-align: center;">peace</div><div style="text-align: center;">and somewhere that feels</div><div style="text-align: center;">safe and out of the way</div><div style="text-align: center;">and not in the middle</div><div style="text-align: center;">and not having to think</div><div style="text-align: center;">of something </div><div style="text-align: center;">to</div><div style="text-align: center;">say when you don't </div><div style="text-align: center;">have any idea what people</div><div style="text-align: center;">are talking about</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you really want to</div><div style="text-align: center;">sit down and </div><div style="text-align: center;">figure it all out with</div><div style="text-align: center;">yourself.</div>awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-38024491578733310352011-07-14T18:11:00.001-04:002011-07-21T12:22:33.542-04:00battlefield<div align="center">battlefield</div><br />
my sisters are a battlefield<br />
broken war-torn territories<br />
ravaged by misunderstanding<br />
raped with neglect<br />
shot in the back by subservience<br />
and our tender off-shoots<br />
our sweet rows of makings<br />
we do our best to tend with open loving hearts<br />
knowing still that we bring them into a world <br />
that makes war against itself<br />
makes war within ourselves<br />
makes war out of and into everything crawling upon it<br />
so that what we do our best to grow<br />
has still to contend with blood-soaked soil<br />
with the bones of some like them<br />
with skeletons others think we don't see<br />
and we,my sisters and me, we're battlefields<br />
walking around in shells that a less and less covert war<br />
is being waged against<br />
walking around in shells that are somehow not right<br />
somehow not powerful<br />
or not given trust<br />
when what's true, more true than any of this,<br />
is that what lay within us,<br />
we, the sisters of the earth,<br />
is the only living solution to all this death<br />
our freedom is the freedom of all<br />
it's the freedom of women<br />
and it's the freedom of children<br />
and of animals<br />
and even of men<br />
because as it may seem the white men are ruling this world<br />
what's really come to pass is that their world<br />
is ruling us all<br />
and though we lay beneath their feet<br />
there is yet a heavy weight on them<br />
having used such strength to hold back our Amazons<br />
they now falter<br />
they now fail<br />
again and again they fail us <br />
with their “ideas” and “plans” and “proposals”<br />
because not one single time in any proposal put forth<br />
can you find the word love<br />
or the idea of freedom for all<br />
the idea of borderlessness<br />
the idea of differentlessness<br />
they simply can not see<br />
the whole within the one<br />
they need us to show that to them<br />
but they've long since stopped listening to our talk<br />
if we want them to listen<br />
we have to talk man talk<br />
and man talk has no translation for<br />
the good of all<br />
it has no understanding of<br />
the end of all wars for good<br />
it doesn't include the concepts of <br />
living sustainably, communally<br />
because this is what we all need<br />
we need our sisters to help hold us up<br />
it gets tired, walking as a battlefieldawitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-22336776442191071792011-07-11T12:21:00.002-04:002011-07-11T12:21:56.343-04:00Bridges<div style="text-align: center;"><u>Bridges</u></div><br />
<br />
<br />
We seem to be busy with the business of <br />
throwing all our cards on the table<br />
face up, of course<br />
mostly hearts, a few clubs, a couple diamonds<br />
and they're all spades because<br />
we call things what they are<br />
and there are a lot of them<br />
enough to build a house I think<br />
or I think <br />
we could build a city an Empire!<br />
complete with sewers and skyscrapers<br />
with Japanese bridges and Georgian hotels<br />
with stop signs and churches with parking lots<br />
with laser light shows and skies full of stars<br />
with seasons that swing one to the next <br />
into years of how have you been<br />
<br />
But I've seen these cards before <br />
and the cities they can create<br />
I've seen them balanced-ish<br />
piled up lavish and extravagant<br />
I've seen them<br />
make into fantastical, impossible shapes of wonder and magic and awe<br />
so many empires forged<br />
by the hands we've played<br />
and, like any game, these cities have ended<br />
towers felled and bridges torn (though never burned)<br />
temples tumbled and roads akimbo<br />
trees uprooted and clouds collapsed<br />
not carefully put away but <br />
turned to simply cards now<br />
splayed on a dusty table, sticky with<br />
after party and two empty bottles of Boone's Farm<br />
in the back corner of a room<br />
that no one ever goes in to anymore<br />
<br />
Or, at least it seems that way<br />
I think sometimes I <br />
dream there<br />
little snippets of places<br />
I'm sure we made before<br />
and it falls out into my journal <br />
from time to time <br />
till I start to wonder if there aren't little trolls<br />
building bridges back and forth from<br />
your deck to mine<br />
<br />
Or, maybe it's just that someone left the door open<br />
because we seem to have found our way back to that game again<br />
now standing, a bit awkward by the table,<br />
as we always are at first<br />
and when it's been so long<br />
'do you remember how to play?<br />
or which deck is whose?<br />
or how we made that one cool thing, you remember...<br />
yea...'<br />
<br />
and the city starts to build itself again<br />
empirical regeneration takes place<br />
ripples the table into asphalt undulation<br />
almost without our attention a new<br />
but familiar cityscape is constructed<br />
and we, duly deposited in the middle<br />
<br />
So we find ourselves here,<br />
in this new place<br />
made of old spaces<br />
and it must be time to talk strategy<br />
but I look over at you and I'm wondering<br />
how to strategize my way out of the game<br />
I no longer wish to rule an empire of play<br />
and I notice you haven't picked up your deck yet either<br />
and we're a little nervous standing <br />
in this city we're supposed to be building<br />
a city of this-is-what-this-looks-like<br />
and I decide to walk away from the table<br />
<br />
You ask me where I'm going and I tell you<br />
I'm looking for the last bridge out <br />
of this city<br />
back into the world<br />
and I walk away without asking<br />
whether or not you're coming with me.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-61155665549884942802011-06-19T03:10:00.000-04:002011-06-19T03:10:14.831-04:00Relay for Life 2011Last year I watched the Relay for Life from my backyard and was inspired to write a poem that I shared here. The event is happening as I write this and earlier I decided to walk over to the park with my daughter and hand out a few copies of the poem, I suppose in gratitude for all they do. I looked around for the main tent for the event and was being shown who to speak with when a woman walked up and asked, "You're the poet, you wrote that?". At first I wasn't sure we were talking about the same thing. How did she know about the poem the I had just walked over to share? Because I posted it here, she found it and they had planned to read it at the luminaria ceremony. They asked if I would read it and I almost chickened out, to tell you the truth. But then I said I would do it and I'm so glad I did. It was wonderful to offer support and gratitude in that way and a great experience. <br />
<br />
So! In honor of that wonderful annual Ypsilanti event (and all the others) and every person walking around the park behind my house right now and every person sleeping there because they've walked themselves tired, and everyone involved in, supported by, remembered by, and blessed by that event, I'd like to re-post that poem.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Just Before Midnight</div><br />
<br />
Amid the song of a soulful night bird<br />
and the scent of a damp, happy willow<br />
across the sound of the Huron gliding by<br />
I watch<br />
<br />
On a path encircling the park<br />
surrounded by luminaria<br />
they walk<br />
<br />
They walk for their family,<br />
their friends, themselves<br />
for memory and the chance of anticipation,<br />
for dreams cut short and those made possible<br />
<br />
The path beneath their feet,<br />
on any other day like any other path<br />
is, for this time, a sacred space of healing and unity<br />
it's a circle of community<br />
of shared grief and triumph<br />
of support and understanding<br />
of true empathy<br />
<br />
This walk is for warriors<br />
these are people who live life up-close<br />
and with eyes wide open<br />
because they know how fleeting a gift this is<br />
and how graciously given<br />
<br />
These are warriors of grace and vulnerability<br />
who know what it means to love ferociously<br />
the strength that takes, and that which it gives<br />
They have come here through moments<br />
of intense contemplation, through new<br />
rearranged priorities, with changed<br />
worldviews, and open hearts<br />
<br />
They bring colorful tents and coolers<br />
are served midnight pizza<br />
have music to move them along<br />
but my favorite is the laughter-<br />
that audible evidence of joy<br />
shared one to another<br />
<br />
These warriors come here as<br />
humanity at its best<br />
they come to do for others<br />
to raise awareness and give voice to the silent<br />
to celebrate life, having learned what that really means<br />
<br />
They come with faith in themselves<br />
and in one another<br />
because they know they can make a difference<br />
and they do.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-14572962069850461322011-05-31T22:44:00.000-04:002011-05-31T22:44:03.128-04:00Con Pluma en Mano<div style="text-align: center;"><u>Con pluma en mano</u></div><br />
<br />
The Muse wants your meat<br />
she wants you heart and soul on a platter<br />
over and again every day<br />
she cares not if you're driving or working or trying to sleep<br />
she strikes on her own time in her own moments<br />
<br />
she often sends little trinkets<br />
shiny junk for journals to collect<br />
and if you don't, if you refuse these gifts<br />
she takes away your meat<br />
takes the big thoughts little by little<br />
striking indifferent matches to<br />
ideas before they become words<br />
<br />
summoning her only makes her grin<br />
but she'll pounce when least expected<br />
insisting words, sounds and silences<br />
creating the compulsion of pen on paper<br />
or fingers on keys striking mercilessly<br />
till her tide abates and she's appeased<br />
<br />
she has favorite places<br />
spots to sit that tend to host her visits<br />
she likes the outdoors<br />
and while she can't be commanded into presence<br />
she takes kindly to those <br />
who make special arrangements for her<br />
who honor her with simple ritual<br />
and wait, patiently open<br />
with pen in handawitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-2771437323105551922011-05-20T22:55:00.000-04:002011-05-20T22:55:39.026-04:00What to Call YouA poem I wrote last winter. Maybe more to come.<br />
<br />
<br />
Thinking of your name and how it can feel<br />
surprisingly strange in my mouth like<br />
not what it's meant to mean and how<br />
we so seldom used those words<br />
to each other but I see your name<br />
a lot of authors named that, you know<br />
and I work in a library<br />
(hi, nice to meet you)<br />
and I see your – that word – I see that word<br />
and if I let it, it brings me your eyes<br />
it brings a little reluctant smile<br />
a warm softening born in an old moment<br />
it can bring your touch, so much gentle comfort<br />
and a giggle, in how it's never quite fit<br />
<br />
I'd have to leave this language<br />
to try and put some sounds to you<br />
maybe en Español, mi compañero<br />
but I think even there it will become a poem<br />
there's no one word in any single language<br />
if Time could talk, we'd work something out<br />
and Light waves describe how they inform experience<br />
through the twice upside-downed eyes<br />
and Scent explain how my nose knows<br />
what you've touched and not touched<br />
and my Skin explain what comes through<br />
so that when we touch you go straight to my bones<br />
and if Memory could collaborate to collect the colors<br />
of all the pieces of time we've shared<br />
and if Energy were given voice and the inclination to testify<br />
to how it's gathered between our bodies<br />
<br />
if Atoms had voices<br />
or the Universe could sing<br />
maybe I could find a way<br />
but for now I'll just call you<br />
hey, how've you been?awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-71141345490964908032011-05-10T21:11:00.000-04:002014-10-24T11:55:06.293-04:00Stopping ByI really had every intention of sharing poetry last month and when I looked at what I'd written over the winter, there wasn't much I wanted to share. I also want to commit to blogging regularly again but for now I'll have to settle for stopping by once in a while. <br />
<br />
I hate to come here to complain but I'm having one of those micro/macro-cosmic angst kind of days. I tend to let stress build up and then experience it all at once. It's always mostly money. I have to wonder what I'm doing working a full day every week just to pay for gas to get to and from work for the week. Then I wonder why billions of people are starving while America is full of dumpster pizza. The prevailing injustice of this world makes my mind swim. I truly can't grasp it, I can't believe it's this way. My inner idealist is sure it doesn't have to be so. <br />
<br />
This is probably a "syndrome" and there's probably a pill I could take. I'll call it WTFS, What The Fuck Syndrome. In honor of my new neurosis and in the hopes of spreading it, I'm sharing a poem I haven't posted on this blog. I wrote it last year and it's one of my favorite. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<u>Clamor</u></div>
Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen and <br />
Welcome to the Church of What the Fuck is Going On?<br />
<br />
There are so many directions to place blame<br />
Patriarchy. Corporate Greed. The MEDIA. Technology. Bad Government. Complacent Society. <br />
<br />
we didn't know any better<br />
there were so many flashing lights<br />
and signs and voices<br />
“Look right this way!”<br />
and so many moving parts<br />
and satellite beams<br />
and digital ate analog like the way<br />
video tried to kill the radio star<br />
multinational multimedia channel channel channel shop! on line on T.V. by phone<br />
for non stick hi-tech hi-def plastic remote control motion sensor <br />
sensor sensory<br />
sensory input<br />
input<br />
in put<br />
what are we putting in?<br />
is this stuff filling you up?<br />
<br />
I'm stuffed!<br />
I can't take any more of this<br />
junk-food for the brain<br />
high-fructose information<br />
this saccharine distraction<br />
layer after sticky layer<br />
in conveniently disposable packaging<br />
or beamed straight into your brain<br />
only 49.95 a month<br />
<br />
it's every new sensation<br />
competing with so many 15 minutes<br />
crammed between increasingly inane human antics<br />
followed by what they call the “news”<br />
this veil they hang meant to convince me<br />
that this is all there is, or ever could be<br />
constant daily rhythm of<br />
get up go to work go home eat zone out go to bed repeat<br />
no wonder we're numb<br />
<br />
they're pick-pocketing our freedoms<br />
insisting it's for our own good<br />
rewriting history to take away truth<br />
back room deals and<br />
out-right theft<br />
tarnished elections and <br />
toxic incorporated<br />
paparazzi exposing personal privacies<br />
while government corruption goes untold<br />
<br />
It's all such a spectacle, disparate but sparkly<br />
disorienting reminding me of the Land of Oz<br />
and we could all use a little more heart,<br />
a lot more courage, a clear mind to think,<br />
and the knowledge that our homes are our homes<br />
but without those we keep moving,<br />
perpetuating the system we seem to be stuck in<br />
keeping heads down, arms and legs inside the vehicle<br />
with lemming-like devotion<br />
to our own degradation<br />
<br />
And when we walk out of step,<br />
when we stop and look around<br />
when we start to think on our own<br />
we're labeled disloyal, unpatriotic, crazy<br />
If we start to raise some eyebrows,<br />
that voice always comes along<br />
to remind us The Show must go on<br />
and to take our seats and please,<br />
pay no mind to that man behind the curtain.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-65098366926953075672011-04-01T22:31:00.000-04:002011-04-01T22:31:21.845-04:00Happy National Poetry Month!Last year during the month of April I posted a bunch of poems. That may be a good way for me to get back into the habit of blogging. I recently fell in love with the work of Nikki Giovanni, spent the winter reading her. I wrote this about her in January.<br />
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to Nikki<br />
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Woman, you are a Priestess of poetry,<br />
bringing us the talk of God<br />
in the voice of the Goddess<br />
like it should fall in a woman's ears<br />
and if Heaven thought to talk<br />
of mortal life and love<br />
of the doings and goings on<br />
of we little humans<br />
way down hereawitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-29817140749184953852011-03-31T12:30:00.000-04:002011-03-31T12:30:35.031-04:00A Poetry Reading!<div style="text-align: left;"> I read at a poetry reading in Ypsi. on Monday. Some of this stuff is already here but this is what I read:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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At the Washtenaw Coin Laundry<br />
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I love this town and all its colors<br />
so many shades of black and brown and tan<br />
on skins and eyes and hair and hands<br />
accents that come from I know not where<br />
languages lilting lyrical lullabies<br />
myriad mantras<br />
so many gods all one<br />
All One<br />
cultures not clashing<br />
not shocking me<br />
only calling to my eyes and ears<br />
with whispers of lands I'll never see<br />
secrets of souls<br />
swishes of fabric and whiffs of oil<br />
spices speak sustenance<br />
words awaken wonder<br />
music exciting in mixed-up modes<br />
drifts from windows where<br />
kitchens sit with laden bread<br />
always a table to be filled with old places<br />
aromas abundant call back in time<br />
ancestral answers gifting with grace<br />
a smile touching eyes<br />
gives me welcome without words<br />
human-ness beyond language<br />
beyond any perception<br />
of not-like-me<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Sovereign</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>She walks out freshly into her<br />
own world, that of her making<br />
virtuously attuned to its every breath<br />
ever entwined, ever open<br />
receptive to the ebb and flow of<br />
each cycle as it passes<br />
intuitively present with every moment<br />
giving graciously all the gifts of herself<br />
never failing to abide by her heart<br />
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<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">maybe I should eat</div><br />
I need some more words<br />
I think I'll have to start<br />
eating dictionaries<br />
because I can't seem to come up with<br />
enough words<br />
or the right ones to <br />
mean what i'm saying like<br />
how I love the word mobius<br />
and I know what it is<br />
and what it looks like but <br />
sometimes I use it when <br />
I mean something else and so<br />
maybe i'll have to <br />
eat up some geometry books too<br />
to try to find a better shape<br />
to metaphor with<br />
and sometimes singing<br />
even in words that have nothing to do with it<br />
seems to get out or get across<br />
what i'm feelin at the time<br />
in the most direct, most satisfying way<br />
so maybe I should eat some cds<br />
or music books or my violin<br />
and when it starts to become<br />
too surreal like<br />
life has gone <br />
quite strange<br />
maybe I should start eating <br />
some of the old and true<br />
fairy tales<br />
warning us of how twisted<br />
and mistakenly lovely<br />
life can be<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">shrug</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">nothing ever touches anything else</div><div style="text-align: center;">not really</div><div style="text-align: center;">but right now</div><div style="text-align: center;">our electrons are</div><div style="text-align: center;">powerless</div><div style="text-align: center;">to repel one another</div><div style="text-align: center;">because you've invaded</div><div style="text-align: center;"> you have entered</div><div style="text-align: center;"> you've been invited into</div><div style="text-align: center;">the space that my body occupies</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">i sigh</div><div style="text-align: center;">i smile</div><div style="text-align: center;">physics shrugs</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">T A L K</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I don't want a lecture from longview<br />
I don't want to pant in pantomime<br />
I don't want crazy accusations<br />
based on incorrect equations<br />
or conversations leading to <br />
conflict or kamikaze questions<br />
I don't want expressions that come so loudly<br />
but without any truth behind<br />
I don't want tangled opinions<br />
poisoning what I'm pondering<br />
I don't want auctioneering inauthentic audio<br />
I don't want to dilute my language<br />
I don't want closed-minded opinions<br />
or discouraging dissuasion<br />
I don't want to deal with drama<br />
I don't want pompous pretension<br />
I don't want judgment jumped-to unjustly<br />
I don't want to mourn mortifying misunderstandings<br />
I don't want to navigate needless negativity<br />
I don't want side-long glanced suspicion <br />
I don't want mistrust in advance<br />
I don't want base, boorish behavior<br />
I don't want tormenting or taunting<br />
or shameful fingers shaken<br />
<b>I don't want the volume of violent voices</b><br />
I don't want fists standing in for sentences<br />
I don't want unsolicited advice <br />
I don't want decisions made for anyone<br />
I don't want labels obscuring people<br />
I don't want anyone's nature negated<br />
I don't want time taken toiling in talk of tedium<br />
I want to hear something real<br />
I want safety in honest exchange<br />
I want courtesy to be common<br />
I want Universally open minds<br />
I want constant, complicit, compassion<br />
I want recognition of our similarity<br />
and reverence for our differences<br />
I don't want there to be sides<br />
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Now, if you still can,<br />
talk with me<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">and some bits</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They say we carry the weight of the world</div><div style="text-align: center;">on our shoulders</div><div style="text-align: center;">but I know that's men talking</div><div style="text-align: center;">cause I carry that weight</div><div style="text-align: center;">on my hips</div><div style="text-align: center;">and they sure are sore lately.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>They took away the beautiful figure of the truly feminine and injected her, instead, with saline, collagen, silicone, even extra fat, all trying to attain some mythic concept of beauty in a culture that so disbelieves in myth that they can't even get the moral of that story...<br />
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awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-27538142525742143712011-02-10T12:03:00.002-05:002011-02-10T12:06:02.721-05:00Remember Pollyanna?Michigan winter really takes a toll on me. February 2nd was Imbolc, a day that signifies the Wheel of the Year turning closer to Spring! I was blessed with a day off work due to the snow and found it extremely relaxing and restoring. I think over the past decade of learning, (if not always celebrating), the Pagan holidays, I've started to become attuned to the seasons and the passage of time. Maybe it's romanticism, but what a great thing to have in spirituality!<br />
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Whatever the cause, I do feel a bit more light, like Pollyanna's waking back up. I think I'll ask life to try and schedule more difficult issues in warmer months. Every year I feel tired and am easily depressed in the winter. This year I've started to wonder about a new theory of depression, at least for me. I think it's a kind of forgetting. Like something inside slows down and I just start to forget how to go about my day. I forget that when I'm having anxiety and difficulty dealing with a crowded store, my almost-smile is my best defense. It keeps me feeling warm and safe and reminds me to slow down, and stops me from shining a scowl at everyone who looks my way. I forget about laughter and what great medicine it is. I think I sometimes even forget how much I love everything and everyone. I forget, again and again, how much better I feel after spending time with friends. <br />
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I think that may be the most important thing to remember. I want to hibernate all winter, leaving the house only for work and necessary shopping. Ok, I don't even want to go to work, but you get the point. I don't want to drag myself out into the cold and wind. My feet get wet sometimes or the bottoms of my pants. And it's COLD! I don't like the cold! But then I get over it and go, because I know it's good for me and will make me feel better.<br />
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Last Friday was my birthday and I went to Hill Auditorium in Ann Arbor and watched free music with my daughter and some friends, then went to a friend's house for coffee, cake and wine. It was wonderful! I went to my mom's Sunday for dinner. Then Monday I went and visited another friend and had delicious dinner and lots of fun, and Tuesday was Witches Night Out so that was a ton of fun. (I'm just realizing that I ate at all these events. Coincidence that I had such a good time?)<br />
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Between the year moving along and dragging myself out to have a good time, I'm finally feeling better. I think I wasn't doing as well as I assumed with winter when I got that medical news and, coupled with the terrible way the information was delivered, it caused me to blow a fuse. I really think I've been in a fog or in shock the past four weeks or so. So I'm peeking out into the world now, remembering how I wanted to blog a lot this winter. Really, remembering a lot of things I wanted to do this winter and I'm honestly not sure what I've done but that almost none of what I set out to do is done. But winter's not over- only almost, and that's a good thing. <br />
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I'm doing my best to welcome Polly back from her slumber. Maybe she's been hanging with Persephone for a while? Whatever, I need her and I'm feeling almost able. I want to jump up and feel exuberant and shiny and excited again soon!! I have great gratitude for all my friends, I couldn't make it through this season alone.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-80543438657026791872011-02-01T12:35:00.003-05:002011-02-01T12:39:30.873-05:00HELP!They say that God never gives us more than we can handle. They are full of shit. If that were true, there would be no suicide. If that were true, there would be no such thing as a desperate act. If that were true, none of us would need any help, and we do. We all need a lot of help in our lives- so much more than most of us are willing to admit.<br />
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I saw this within myself first- struggling and struggling and even denying the need for help when it's offered. Then I started to notice the weight of others around me. I think about what life asks of some people and how little support some of us are offered. We all feel good when we help someone and we know that, so why do we go to such lengths to "do it ourselves"? I know that- for most people- asking for help is a lot more difficult than offering help or agreeing to do so. It seems we all have this false notion that if we aren't able to do everything in our lives on our own, we're somehow generally incapable. So then why are there so many of us? Why develop relationships and create families if we're just going to go it alone, anyway?<br />
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I've noticed, lately, that I feel less love than I'm used to. Like, love-for-it-all kind of love. I've felt grouchy and irritable and resentful of people around me. Just in general, which is not really my nature. I'll blame some of it on winter. I've always had problems with this season. But there's so much more than that.<br />
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Maybe I would be feeling better if I asked for help. Even if I'm not sure what that means right now, only to say that I feel like I need it. Maybe that's the beginning of kindness? I think there is a type of kindness in asking for help, in trusting someone with what feels like vulnerability. Because like courage is moving through fear and acting in its presence, strength may be found by exposing vulnerability and asking someone to acknowledge and help heal it. (This is all just a theory.)<br />
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P.S. In the realm of things "they" lied about, that thing about loving something and letting it go and if it comes back it's yours? That's blarney too. Just thought you'd like to know. But my thought is that if you let go with all your heart and in a loving way, you make room for something else that fits and will give love in return.<br />
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P.P.S. I think this post makes less sense than any I've written. Don't help it, though, it's still making some kind of point, I'm sure. Or I hope. Or it just felt good to write it.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-83828276909537725332011-01-26T12:29:00.000-05:002011-01-26T12:29:13.679-05:00Therapy PoemSo, as a woman we have an extra doctor's appointment we have to make every year. A couple years ago I had an abnormal pap. I was treated and recently had another abnormal result. My doctor's recommendation is to have a partial hysterectomy- removal of the cervix and uterus. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm not even 35 yet! But the more I've thought of it, the more sense it makes. My mother had uterine cancer which is very hereditary and also difficult to treat and to detect. So! With all that in mind and also the fact that I do NOT want any more children, this seems like the logical thing to do. I don't have health insurance so I'll have to, probably, jump through some hoops to get Medicaid to pay for it. I think, (again), that it's totally bullshit that I am a working person living in America and I have no health insurance, (and struggle with money daily), but I'll save that for another post.<br />
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I'm talking about my uterus here. I realize to some it may sound strange to have an attachment to a particular organ, but most women would understand. That's my womb! Like, my womb! It's kinda, well, special. And I realized a huge spiritual reaction to all of this. Like, the life-cycle of a woman is tied into the three aspects of the Goddess- maiden, mother, and crone. What does it mean if I give up my uterus? Can I still call myself mother? (Of course and my daughter will too.) But these are some of the things that have been circling in my brain. It's scary. It's scary to have surgery. It's scary to lose an organ. Now, I must admit that if she asked for my tonsils or my appendix, or even maybe a kidney, I would not go through the same things. That's not to say I would not be scared. I'll be clear, I would be terrified. Again, surgery and loss of an organ- scary things. But, this is hitting me a lot harder than that would. I never really thought about it before. I am attached to my uterus. (okay, obviously) But in a very emotional/spiritual way. So, as I was taking this all in, the night I learned this, I had the urge to write it. <br />
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I don't often deny the muse. Like, I just don't ever do that. Whatever I want to write or wants to be written by me, let it come. I don't edit in my head anymore- I write too much, who am I to decide what's good before it's even on paper? But this. This was a difficult write to start. The first three lines or so popped into my head and I felt the pull toward the keyboard and literally groaned, "I don't want to write <i>this!</i>" Like, I didn't even want to be living it, let alone did I want to write about it. But good sense prevailed and I gave in. I'm glad. It helped a lot. And it shows me moving through the emotions. Dancing in fear and confusion and just a couple steps forward toward courage and an identity that could never reside in an organ. So, I'm still processing, especially since this is all just talk right now. I'm very glad about my decision, I only hope it's feasible and will be history soon. Any prayers would be helpful and appreciated, if you do pray. But overall, I feel pretty lucky. I was able to go to the doctor and find out what is wrong. I will make it through this and one day I'll just look back and say I was brave when it counted, even if I was terrified at first. And I know, I couldn't be brave if I wasn't terrified first, right?<br />
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<br />
not surrender<br />
<br />
<br />
so the doctor says<br />
maybe surrender your womb<br />
but she doesn't use those words<br />
remove uterus<br />
like it's an organ<br />
like a part<br />
of my physical body<br />
and not the place <br />
where I grew my daughter<br />
and not the place<br />
where all of humanity<br />
grows<br />
and not the place<br />
that makes me<br />
woman<br />
and she is a woman<br />
but uteruses are her business<br />
her work<br />
like woman's work<br />
working on women<br />
and she maybe doesn't know<br />
what all I hold there<br />
and what we all have in there<br />
and that it's the warm red place<br />
where some secrets hide<br />
and where a goddess sleeps<br />
and it's where I grew my daughter<br />
and I don't want another child<br />
but it's my woman self in there<br />
and even if they don't take my eggs<br />
and even if I get to keep my hormones<br />
that place will be gone<br />
and I look inside to wonder<br />
how things will move<br />
because I'm not pieces<br />
I am a whole<br />
I am a woman<br />
<br />
but the body-part<br />
that walking around part of me<br />
she says it's just not fighting<br />
and I think what do you mean<br />
I'm strong<br />
I'm fighting every day<br />
surely if the rest of me will<br />
my body will fight too<br />
maybe no one told her<br />
maybe she doesn't know<br />
those cells don't belong<br />
do you have a phone, doc<br />
an in-there phone<br />
so we could call her<br />
and tell her to woman-up<br />
because it's taken me too long<br />
to get this far<br />
and I know that if I have to <br />
I will surrender that part<br />
and be still whole<br />
and be still woman<br />
because I am<br />
<br />
because I am a fighter<br />
and I know no part makes me me<br />
and I know I will move through every fear<br />
and I know where my power lies<br />
it's not in that warm red place<br />
and it's not in a place that can be <br />
removed<br />
it's a part that will always be <br />
that will come with me<br />
even when I leave the body<br />
with or without its womb<br />
or any other parts<br />
that can't seem to fight<br />
<br />
because whole doesn't come<br />
from a collaboration of parts<br />
and strength is buried deeper<br />
than the deepest inside me<br />
it rides up through the earth<br />
to fill all the unseen parts<br />
and becomes the essence<br />
of who I really amawitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-85388728242804647322011-01-12T12:32:00.001-05:002011-01-12T12:33:19.158-05:00Something to SayHi everyone! I finally feel like I have something to say. That is, I've been thinking of something I need to come here and write out. So, we all know a congresswoman was shot at in Arizona. Let me first say that I'm appalled at how the media mentioned shots fired at a congress person and left out the data that other people had been killed, including a child. That was just the first bit I saw of the story, when they weren't sure the congresswoman survived. I detest the media. If you've ever seen the movie "Natural Born Killers", Robert Downy Jr. plays a media personality in that film and there's a tiny shot where he's shown as a devil dripping blood. Ok, it's gory but that little picture really exemplifies the media for me. And it's not their blood they're covered in, it's our own. It belongs to every citizen who is influenced by biased media, and every person whose life unfolds in the light of their skewed truth. But I digress (as I so often do)...<br />
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What I find interesting is the question that keeps coming up about whether or not the hateful speech of the right has anything to do with this tragedy. Let's look at that. So, people are actually trying to decipher whether or not one political party's rampant politicking on subjects that really get straight under peoples skin could have, potentially, been enough of a trigger to send a mentally unbalanced and probably improperly medicated person over the edge to the point that he would try to kill a congresswoman for (I suppose) being a democrat.<br />
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Wow. That's heavy stuff. I mean, think about that. If we're asking the question, the answer is irrelevant. If we're asking the question, it means that we know there is a problem. I was talking to a friend recently about how polarized we seem to have become and how it scares me. This is one of the many possible outcomes of a country feeling like we're on different sides. It makes me so sick because it's to the benefit, (until days like these), of each party to argue. It helps their cause to have something to oppose.<br />
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I just have to say now, to anyone who is pro-life or against gay rights, if you vote based on those issues, you're wasting your time. The republicans don't give a rat's ass about abortion or gay rights. They use these issues because they know they can get to you with them. And I, being rampantly pro-choice and a huge supporter of gay rights, am in no better shape because I know if I had to vote republican to keep my body free, or to see friends gain the right to marry, I would. And what does that say? <br />
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To me, it says that the words mean nothing. Ds and Rs, they're all the same. The biggest problem, I think, when it comes to voting or any political thought, is that we're so hemmed in by these two parties. They know it and so they can use whatever tactics they want to point our attention away from what they're really doing and to whatever they can use as distraction. In a country where mental illness is rampant, where stress is probably at a planet-wide high, where we're fooling ourselves that we're still #1 and that everything is fine because our favorite show is about to start, where so many of us are so ignorant about the real issues, does anyone else think it might be a bit unprofessional and dangerous to start manipulating the public in order to gain a vote?<br />
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We have to become a bit more independent. We look to these people as leaders. If they were really leaders, someone would be working to make our country work. Driving a wedge between people based on issues that, really, shouldn't even <i>be</i> political is not responsible leadership. The anger I feel at people who oppose my beliefs scares me. I have to keep reminding myself that they're not "others". I don't want my beliefs imposed on anyone's life, but I really think the government is digging too close to the lines of what should not be their business. And, oh look, we struck a vein of crazy and let it loose on an unsuspecting public. Woops.<br />
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I wish, again, that I could be giant and get everyone to go along with my plan. Like, let's mind our own business and let people do what they will, knowing that if no harm comes to anyone, there's no need to worry. Let's demand that our public servants serve us, instead of us serving their agenda by feeding in to their manipulation. Let's hold our politicians up to the standards of - well, any standards would be good. Let's start expecting something from them and stop simply accepting what they do. There's some sort of unspoken understanding that politicians are somehow above reproach. I say that's crap. Let's speak up! I can't be the only one who feels like this! And I'm not giant yet so all I can do today is write this. And do my best to go away feeling less angry and more compassionate, which is what we all need, I think.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-21347389263196905962011-01-08T18:54:00.000-05:002011-01-08T18:54:00.143-05:00a tiny helloHi everyone! I've been gone quite a while and my only real explanation is that I haven't had much to write about, or I haven't felt moved to blog. That is, I've been writing like crazy, just not here. But I miss reading everyone so I'm going to take time to visit and I thought I'd share some recent poetry and stuff.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u>Things on my Fridge</u></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>You are a forest </div><div style="text-align: left;">needing sun to grow stories</div><div style="text-align: left;">& the sea is your dream</div><div style="text-align: left;">rain beats a languid chant</div><div style="text-align: left;">to make fresh mist beneath a bare purple sky</div><div style="text-align: left;">explore your new voice</div><div style="text-align: left;">wild as a bouquet not from a garden</div><div style="text-align: left;">delicate as a petal still</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">your smile is a story library</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">man</div><div style="text-align: left;">end </div><div style="text-align: left;">new </div><div style="text-align: left;">&</div><div style="text-align: left;">old </div><div style="text-align: left;">wars</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">whisper moon language</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> never </div><div style="text-align: left;"> cover your (heart)</div><div style="text-align: left;">from the world</div><div style="text-align: left;"> under shadow</div><div style="text-align: left;"> create beauty (*never,cover,world,under,create came together)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">wander the ancient library of the human head</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">explore this magic life</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>A poem I just wrote.</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">maybe i should eat</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">i need some more words</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">i think i'll have to start</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">eating dictionaries</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">because i can't seem to come up with</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">enough words</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">or the right ones to </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">mean what i'm saying like</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">how i love the word mobius</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and i know what it is</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and what it looks like but </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">sometimes i use it when </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">i mean something else and so</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">maybe i'll have to </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">eat up some geometry books too</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">to try to find a better shape</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">to metaphor with</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and sometimes singing</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">even in words that have nothing to do with it</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">seems to get out or get across</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">what i'm feelin at the time</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">in the most direct, most satisfying way</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">so maybe i should eat some cds</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">or music books or my violin</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and when it starts to all seem </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">too surreal like</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">life has gone </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">quite strange </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">maybe i should start eating </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">some of the old and true</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">fairy tales</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">warning us of how twisted</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and mistakenly lovely</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">life can be</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><u>Something little I wrote last November.</u></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br />
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Her nostrils flare like a horse when she's hot<br />
and sometimes, when she looks at something<br />
that makes her want to run, like to the barn,<br />
you can tell everything else is out of focus.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><u>Something I wrote a few days ago.</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>(unfinished)</u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">working stiffs<br />
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</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So what has us working</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">as we toil for our supper</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and nobody seems to be singing much</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">about anything</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and sleep tends to defer to the needs</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">of a person to be a person</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and sometimes around other people</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and these natural needs take</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">an unnatural back seat to the </div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">make-believe needs of </div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">a culture of has-to-be</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">where balance is so sorely twisted</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">that if it were struck, even for a moment,</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">it would be askew</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and it seems to me that most people don't see</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">that it's only this way because we say it's ok</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">we get up too early</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">go to sleep too late</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">eat food that's not that at all</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">being, often, grossly under-compensated</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">for our time and our energy</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">both of which are so consumed that</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">it becomes difficult to look around</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">it's hard to take it all in</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">to fathom the big picture</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">or bother to ask questions</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"> about- why do we do this thing</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">but instead just keep doing</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">because it's what we all believe in</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">and I may be a bit on the fringe when i'm thinking</div><div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">we've all lost our minds</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-38237126439852661832010-12-09T12:17:00.000-05:002010-12-09T12:17:01.582-05:00John Lennon is Still With Us (at least he's with me)I posted on Facebook recently that I think I may operate with the same brand of crazy as did John Lennon. A little spot in my heart mourns our loss due to his assassination. But he was a man who really and truly believed in peace. A great quote- "A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream we dream together is reality." He was talking, as ever, about peace. And, quite obviously, John understood about consensus reality. (Yes, here she goes again.) Because it's true. If we all just decided there should be peace, we would just work towards it, the government would be irrelevant. We simply wouldn't pick up their guns and we would work for everyone, not ourselves. But, thing is, we're so far from that now. I'm not sure how to live the life Lennon recommended. He said to do everything for peace. That every action or word we share should be in the name of peace. I think that's true but I don't live it. I believe in it, with all my heart. But I'm just one little human out here living and I get downright frustrated sometimes. The point, I think, is that I keep coming back to peace. I know it's right because it <i>feels</i> right. But what does my life look like? <br />
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I had a strange experience last weekend that, at that time, seemed such a great metaphor for my life. I'd found a can of vegetarian baked beans in the pantry and decided that would make a fine lunch. I went to my cupboard and got out my electric can opener, only then remembering that the last time I'd used it, it wasn't working properly. But I tried. I'm not sure what was wrong, but it would either cut or turn the can. Not both at the same time. So I fussed with it for a while and made some progress- some cuts along the inner rim, but the can was not open. Then I decided the electrical opener wasn't opening so I got out my handy-dandy manual version- forgetting that it was also jammed. Since my hands aren't strong enough to turn the key, (jammed good), I opened and closed the contraption on the edge of the can, piercing away, till it was cut free from its lid. Of course, I then had to use a fork to work and pry the lid out of the can to get to the beans. <br />
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In the time it took to open this can, I probably could have opened, heated, and eaten the beans if things had gone smoothly. I couldn't help but think to myself: "Ya know, in other peoples' lives, this is not such a hassle. People open cans all the time. They take the can to the opener, push that little button and TADA! they have beans. But not me. Nope. I spend 10 minutes just working to get to those yummy legumes." What does this say about my life? I often feel like I have to work so hard to get so little- like I can't understand how some things seem to come so easily to some people. I often feel as though there is entirely too much struggle in my life, like <i>something</i> should just come easily. On the other hand, I already admitted that I knew the can opener wasn't working properly. Why did I put it back in the cupboard at all? Why haven't I replaced it? I've surely had ten dollars to spare at some time in the past few months. Maybe just barely, but still. So maybe I actually make my life harder than it has to be in some ways. Maybe there are simple things I could do for myself that would make my days move a bit more smoothly.<br />
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Then another thing happened and I thought, let this be a metaphor for my life. I like this better. Before I moved last February, I packed a necklace that is very important to me. For Winter Solstice and Christmas, one of my best friends commissioned her husband, (another dear friend of mine), to carve baskets out of peach pits and make necklaces for myself and our two other friends. This is an unique and beautiful gift. It's something I would have liked if I'd seen it in a store but you won't, my friend <i>made</i> this for me. Obviously this is an important item. So, I vividly remember taking the necklace down from where it hung in my bathroom and putting it in something where I was sure it would be safe and get to the new house safely. <br />
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I moved and I unpacked bathroom and bedroom stuff. I found my jewelry but not that necklace. I started to wonder- hadn't I opened every box? But I KNEW. For SURE. Beyond a SHADOW of a DOUBT that it was somewhere. After all, I packed it special, right? Some time last January.<br />
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At the beginning of the week I was cleaning my bedside table where I have a big basket of journals and writing. Inside that is a small Japanese vase, (about the size of a soup can. or a bean can), that holds pens. I use pens from this vase almost every day. I took it out of the basket and looked inside, yep. There was my necklace! And the Goddess book mark I'd made myself years ago that always dis- and re-appears. I couldn't believe it! <br />
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But I could. Because this is my life. And maybe this metaphor makes sense too. What's important to me is closer than I think. I protect what's dear to me, even if I'm not sure how. The little pieces of what really matters are close to me, in my days and in my dreams. So maybe that nugget of peace I want to live is fuller than I give it credit for. Maybe I already decided to devote my life to peace, and put it inside in a really safe place. Maybe I can even admit that I should trust myself and do that. Maybe, in the screaming crazy tumult that is life here on Earth, I'm closer than I think.awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-91484467782244822042010-12-01T13:00:00.003-05:002010-12-02T11:52:59.945-05:00Winter PlansIt's December first and I can't remember the last time I wrote a blog post that wasn't poetry. So, I characteristically ask myself: "What's up?". I think it mostly comes down to being busy. This is always such a stressful time of year, and there have been so many things whizzing around in my brain that none of them have been able to sit still long enough to become a complete and blogable thought. Since I love my blog and can really see how it's improved my writing, (and I miss all my fellow bloggers!), I decided to drag something out of there.<br />
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First of all, my plans for the winter. I've been feeling spread thin for a while now- like I'm trying to do too many things, I'm not doing all the things I should be doing, and, hence, things start becoming messy. Like: my house, my conversations, my intentions, my brain... What was I saying? Oh! Yes, messy... I feel as if I'm not giving my all to anything. I feel unfocused and impatient, nervous and lonely, confused and worn-out. Tasks take on a looming, monumental heft and my defense is to ignore them till they grow even more. Plans I had got lost, some buried forever and some waiting to be found. Intentions have become foggy, unsure. Creativity has been spotty at best. ( I always maintain that as long as I'm writing, things aren't really all that bad. I've been writing.) I've been fussy and picky, moody and tired. I've felt exposed and raw, been misunderstood and offended, and probably offensive. I've remembered what panic feels like- not good. I've remembered what complacency is- not good. But through this all, the optimist is shining.<br />
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Have you ever noticed how a truth you need to tell yourself is often found in what you desperately want to say to another person? I recently found myself overwhelmed by the beauty of another person and felt compelled to point it out. Wondering about it later, I got it- like a migraine: I need to realize and remember that <i>I</i> am beautiful. <i>I</i> need to take better care of <i>my</i>self. <i>I</i> am amazing and talented and kind and <i>I</i> deserve love and a happy life. Whew... that's good to know.<br />
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So I find myself needing to re-group. I've made a decision to scale back my social schedule this winter in order to really focus on my self and my life. I've gotten quite good at self-therapy, calling myself on my own shit and being open to the possibility that I'm often very wrong and my motivations are questionable. This has offered up a massive amount of questions (and even a few answers).<br />
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One of the things I need to focus on is my house. The Little House is, currently, the Little Warehouse- as I've emptied my storage into my home. Now, I live in a three room house with my daughter. (three rooms not counting the bathroom which is much more closely related to a closet) I have amassed, over the years, way more books that any one person needs, (that is until said person has a home with a library), and much other lovable but not necessarily useful stuff. One of my revelations in self therapy was the realization that my compulsive collecting started around the time my last relationship became abusive. Wow! That's a big deal! That means that at that time, I felt that all this stuff was, in some way, protecting me. I don't need protection anymore! I can't tell you how much easier it has become to let go of things now that I know why I have them in the first place. I need to excavate my house and make it a home- especially working on my daughter's room because it has dealt with the brunt of the storage. Two things that are contributing to my ability to make space: many friends coming this weekend to adopt books, then some helping me to donate the leftovers, AND my landlord gave me more storage space!! This project that felt so impossible and shameful, (yes, we pack-rats do, sometimes, actually feel guilty about what we have), now seems doable and simple. Well, not physically simple but certainly easier than it was before. My house is like my temple. It's where I rest and live, it's where I create, it's where I practice spirituality, it's the heart of my experience here on earth. Not to put to fine a point on it, but if I love my house so much in the bizarre state it's in, imagine how much I will love it this spring when it's straightened around and my daughter's room is decorated!<br />
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Aside from that, I just want to slow down. I want to work on crafts and work through some of the meditation books I've been reading. I want to cuddle my cats and watch movies with my daughter. I want to go sledding and drink hot-chocolate. I'm going to learn to cook some amazing vegetarian soups!! I want to work out and I want to rest. I want to, as much as possible, make my own schedule. I want to be gentle with me, see what other amazing things I can learn about myself. I want to attend to the most important relationship- mine with myself.<br />
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So- I will most certainly make time for my best friends (because I would surely cease to breath if I had to go longer than a couple weeks without them). I will go to poetry readings and witches' nights out and that's it. I'm grounded! It feels good!!<br />
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Hope you all have a wonderful winter. Since I'll be home, another hope is that I'll be blogging more!!awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117228672516231239.post-2378147698700938712010-11-18T12:57:00.000-05:002010-11-18T12:57:57.486-05:00I Have a FriendI have a friend who loves a woman<br />
which may seem strange to some because<br />
my friend is also a woman<br />
but to me it only seems beautiful<br />
it seems right<br />
Because the woman she loves loves her too<br />
My friend has never said to me,<br />
"I love this woman."<br />
and they've never said,<br />
"I love you."<br />
in front of me but I know<br />
It's plain to see when they're together<br />
that something bigger than the both of them<br />
exists between these two<br />
I can't help but feel warm, hopeful when I see that<br />
It makes me want to dance.<br />
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because I see so many women who<br />
don't really love the men they love<br />
I'm not sure they even like them, actually<br />
I <i>do</i> see men and women in love - happy couples are out there<br />
They're just few and endangered and I'm not sure what by <br />
It's not deforestation or pollution that makes them scarce<br />
It think, perhaps, it's the pace at which we push our lives<br />
marriage is something that just happens<br />
-after college<br />
-after high-school<br />
-hopefully before kids<br />
-usually when people are too young to know themselves well enough to know their partner<br />
too young to ask the questions that will plague them in 10 years<br />
Like:<br />
-is he right for me?<br />
-might there have been someone more suited to me?<br />
-am I happy?<br />
Questions that become meaningless or destructive<br />
between breakfast dishes and bag-lunches<br />
between pig-tails and little league<br />
where moms sit in the stands in a daze<br />
wondering exactly how all their days<br />
added up to this<br />
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I have a friend who likes men<br />
which may seem strange to some<br />
because my friend is a man<br />
but to me it seems good, it seems right<br />
because I saw the Hell he had to wade through<br />
to admit (even to himself) what love looked like<br />
inside him<br />
He broke through barriers I couldn't have cracked,<br />
toppled them to get to himself<br />
and now he shines like a star<br />
healthier, happier, more whole than I'd known he could be<br />
His deepest desire (like all of our deepest desires)<br />
is to find the right one<br />
that partner, the companion that's right for him<br />
I know this will happen, he'll find his one<br />
because my friend is filled -all the way- with love<br />
and on that day, I'll dance. awitchtryinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09626760512365562043noreply@blogger.com4