Taught two yoga classes,
body is tired.
Kids are with their dad and his mistress
on a “family” trip to the ocean…
And I’m here, alone,
to make this time count.
What do I do?
Take a nap?
Read a book?
Make some art?
Write in my journal?
Play my guitar?
Bang on my drum?
Sew a dress?
Knit a scarf?
Drink some wine?
When faced with so many choices,
I work myself into such a tizzy
it’s hard to choose anything at all.
I suppose I could do all of the above.
But let’s be really really real—
isn’t it delightful to have so many choices?
Maybe I’ll just go write in my gratitude journal,
thankful to be asking these questions at all.
Hi friends…as I was wallowing in my sorrow and misery a few days ago, something reminded me that I’m not alone, and suddenly I had this idea to reach out here…I mean, why not? What if this blog could be a place of connection and collaboration as well as a forum for self-exploration? I became excited thinking about joining minds and energy for a common purpose, and these days any excitement at all is a step in the right direction, so I decided to go for it.
My first idea for a collaborative project is super simple and easy: it’s a call for songs that make you feel uplifted and inspired, that break your heart open and remind you of the presence of the Divine in your life.
I have always loved the idea of angels watching over us…and music is one of the ways that I feel the Divine communicates with us. What if we co-created an Angels playlist, made entirely of beautiful music that speaks directly to our souls?? Do you know of any songs that have an angelic feel or theme to them? What if we put all of our songs together and created a playlist that would be comforting, soothing, welcoming, uplifting, healing, inspiring? What if this music could help some fellow wayfarers on the path feel a little less alone, a little more inspired, hopeful?
Please leave a comment with your top 1-3 divinely inspired songs and any pertinent info that will help me to find them (album, artist, etc.). Once I have a few song titles I’ll create a playlist on Spotify and share it here. Thanks so much for your help, friends. I look forward to hearing from you.
With hope and gratitude,
I danced tonight.
For a moment I forgot
having any problems at all,
and I just let myself
feel the music
and move my body.
It was a shared celebration,
and so many friends
joyfully moved and danced
to the DJ’s sweet beats.
(We all had on neon body paint too.)
neon body paint.
It was a good evening!
Let us join hands and dance now,
though it be late and the light is fading;
music will be our guide.
When we listen with our hearts
we don’t need our eyes to see;
our differences melt away
when we join in camaraderie.
Let us away now to the enchanted wood
where the ancient oaks shelter us from the wind
and there we will dance and sing together
and when we are done
we will begin again.
It was an interesting idea for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, write a poem inspired by art–known as ekphrasis– and the art form suggested was Medieval marginalia. I never knew those bored monks could be so bawdy. I chose a more PG image because that is more my speed.
Our creative talents and abilities
are portals to the consciousness
that encircles the universe,
the same power that moves galaxies.
Tuning into this power
and manifesting from this consciousness
we are given the precious opportunity
to live inspired, uplifted lives
moving within the currents of energy
that move the oceans, the mountains,
the wind, the stars,
that keep the planets in orbit.
With no particular goal in mind
and no pressure to perform a certain way,
we can create for the sake of creation
and enjoy the act itself.
And if we allow this joy to bubble up
and radiate outwards,
we will have the honor
of inspiring and uplifting others.
And so my friend,
picking up your pen, or your brush,
or your instrument,
singing, or dancing,
or looking through the lens of your camera,
cooking a beautiful meal,
these are not selfish acts
or flights of fancy…
These are you living from
your deepest, highest self
and making a profound contribution
to all beings.
And so my friend,
what are you waiting for?
We are longing for your shining light.
Please create now!
When he talks
it is so often about
the collapse of the monetary system
and greedy big pharma…
I listen, because there aren’t many who will…
but I feel myself growing heavy and depressed,
thinking about all that is wrong with the world,
all that is dark and evil and unjust.
But then we pick up our guitars…
We sing about
and I feel light, I have fun.
I can see he is having fun too,
he is smiling.
It’s clear to me, then,
what we should do:
We should keep singing.
Today I danced.
It was an ordinary moment
just after lunch.
My son was (thankfully) napping,
my daughter was drawing,
my husband was watering the grass seedlings
and all was quiet.
Yes, just an ordinary moment,
except suddenly it was extraordinary.
Maybe it was the
the brightness of the spring afternoon sun,
the way the flowers were blooming vibrantly,
the way my daughter’s light step
reminded me of one of the fairy folk
who has flitted through my dreams–
and suddenly I needed to dance.
Outside on the patio
next to pots of blooming pansy,
alyssum, begonia, and impatiens
I put on my favorite Scottish band,
the Tannahill Weavers,
music bursting out
from a little Bluetooth speaker
perched on our high brick wall.
The pipes, the guitars, the drums, the vocals
stirred my heart
and then my body
and suddenly I was leaping and swirling
and spinning and whirling
and remembering why I love dancing.
My daughter looked up at me
with such love in her eyes
and told me as I danced
You are my sunflower.
This means I love you.
I kept dancing,
and I felt free.
It is so glorious to be alive.