my days
of feeding the hungry ghosts
are over
the men (and sometimes women)
who hover
on the outside
wanting to steal my soul
and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd
to drink from
when they are empty
or sad
or lonely
no more!
yes
i see your pain and sorrow
and yes,
you are loved
but you
must learn
to drink from your own vessel
as i learn to drink
from mine
and so it is
I wrote this song with words/content from some Facebook friends today. I’m gonna be singing it tonight at A Creative Commons Celebration hosted by The Seattle Star. Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along: Today I dance a dance of joy For my ancestors and yours I wanna break down these walls…
My friend is taking a class at Antioch called Archetypes in Classical Literature. The Vampire Archetype is the first one they are studying which brought she and I to a conversation about this Archetype and where we see it in our lives: in our relationships. Her professor, a Jungian analyst, mentioned that in vampire stories,…
I got my hair cut. Short. This was hair 1.0. It’s even shorter and blonder now. Things are shifting rapidly. This has set off a chain of events in my life. New attitude. New sense of myself. New focus on being in my own skin. Less hiding my face, my feelings, my…self. More strength (odd,…
I cut myself yesterday at a party. My daughter came over and blotted my sliced knee with a paper towel, dabbing gently. It was very dear. We asked the hostess if she had any bandaids. She came back with them along with some antibacterial cream. As she dabbed at my cuts, I thanked her for…
A little thingie I cut out from a magazine and put on a collage. I love this: “This isn’t just a course in art, it’s a course in living.” It reminds me that OUR LIVES ARE OUR WORKS OF ART. It’s my picture. I think I’ll get out my brush and paint some more broad,…