BLUE BALLAD

honoring George Lorca’s ballad I Want You Green

Friend, I tell you

one night in dreamland

I heard a voice say clearly,

 We will resolve all things

in shades of blue.

Another time I saw

a plane part a sapphire midnight

to slip out of view

and knew I would do that too

when I am no more this she

and new horizons beckon me

to pass through portals

not really clouds and sky

no time to wonder where or why.

Though my heart has splintered

many times, piled in a heap

then it shall be shiny whole

for my true self

is home in ethers blue.

Blue, how I do love you, blue.

Blue sky. Blue flowers.

Blue marble floating in space

and as lake upon the land.

I carry you within my heart

In memory and now,

blue eyes, blue dress,

patches of prairie sky,

periwinkle,  azure,

each brings joy to me.

 

Blue, how I do love you blue

Your sweet vibration.

has sustained me

in lovely harmony

during this long lonely visit

to earth

You are my companion,

a kaleidoscope of jewels,

brilliant in time.

 

Blue, how I do love you, blue.

Blue sky. Blue flowers.

Blue marble floating in space

and as lake upon the land.

Blue, I love you, blue.

Blue sky. Blue flowers.

Blue marble in space

and as lake upon the land.

I carry you in my heart

In memory and now,

blue eyes, blue dress,

patches of prairie sky.

Blue, I love you blue

On sea or land every

periwinkle,  azure,

each offer joy to me.

Blue, I love you blue,

blue sky, blue flowers.

I find comfort

and harmony

in your sweet vibration.

during this long lonely visit

my visit to the earth

made lovely by you and them.

You are my companion,

jewels brilliant in time.

Blue, I love you, blue.

Blue sky. Blue flowers.

Blue marble float in space

and as lake upon the land.

STONE SPEAK: GUIDANCE TO INNER WISDOM

BOOK AND ORACLE CARDS

TO DEVELOP INTUITION AND BLESS YOUR DAY

I love  stones. I used to sit with my father and hold one  after another of the stunning stones he had cut and tumbled. Or look at larger uncut offerings of jade, tiger eye, opal, petrified wood, shaman stones.

STONE SPEAK book and oracle cards are designed to be part of your spiritual practice.  You might use the book on its own, reading it in order from front to back. Or you might let it fall open to whichever page seems destined for you that day. The book is a companion to the cards. I usually draw a card each morning to ask for wisdom for that day. Or, I might draw one for information about a particular challenge.

The book is 168 pages and is small, so as to be accessible in your purse, pocket, or briefcase. I hope it will be well worn and tattered, like the Velveteen Rabbit. Your spiritual practice might involve stating an intention for yourself as you shuffle the cards, then draw one. Meditate on its image to discern its message. Then open the book to its corresponding page for further insight on your intention.

 The sets will be available on
Sept 1 at the Joyful Jewel in
Pittsboro or from me personally.

Downloading Dad

 
Day One

morning walk

in the medicine wheel

I’m visited with regrets

stopped in my tracks

as if Dad has put

his hands on my shoulders

Sharon, you didn’t hurt me at all.

You don’t know what I know now. No one hurts me. Or you. It’s just a way we humans experience the personalities of others but I tell you, no one truly hurts you. You’d do well not to imagine they can.

I kind of see his location in ethers

in a far far different place than human realm. Please Dad, tell me more as you are ready.

I go in the house

lie down

journey into Spirit world

told to begin

two weeks downloading [i]

upper realms open

as if a moving walkway

carries me through vapors

to Land Beyond Death

place of all that ever was, is, will be

a sphere that surrounds all multiverses

holds records

offers reunion

rather reveals Union

of those who pass in and out

of these ethers

no time no space here

a continuum

beyond death

before life

before death

after life

where I gaze

is where I go

today toward father

still arriving here

in a contrail

trails of glory[ii]

some say

his landing

awakening

evokes mine

mine within

his there

in one long stream

he no more there

than I am here

no here or there

everywhere

this godstuff

we can’t be separated

except by our imagination

I am carried in an unceasing loop

into eternal realm

u-turn  ‘back’

into earth plane

into my bodythrough my third eye

spreads throughout form of me

passes out through solar plexus

courses back ‘up’ into ethers

all the way to Dadland

endless loop

almost merciless

I can't get off

metaphorical  hoop

a band of energy

always flows between worlds

I am in both destinations

at once

I am going to be elsewhere

but after all

elsewhere is everywhere.

*from heaven, the other side, collective unconscious, nirvana, akashic records,

**

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!  Wordsworth

North Dakota Photographs at the Joyful Jewel

EPIPHANY

EPIPHANY

five wise women

maybe six

walk slowly

across the horizon

a midnight landscape

lit by one star

guided by white owls

led by an incurable Call

to a Medicine Man

who holds Time

in his hands

ready to offer

an altered perception

or is it an altar

to live differently

each female figure

bears a gift

wrapped in gold

the box holds a vessel

which brims

with bubbling, fermenting,

fizzing, sparkling time

the wise women slowly

reach the wise man

in an inn of dazzling light

and animal scat

the Medicine Man

who knows

everything

about Incarnate Being

holds a medicine bag

for each person who finds him

to reward her search

and offer  a pouch

full of remedies

maybe magic

to heal bondage to time

and initiation into

timeless

Time

each journeyer

receives calibration

to the underlying rhythm

that suits her days

to move in the world

and be in the day

a liturgical way

Goddessence

GODDESSENCE:

ancestors and descendants, reunion and ritual, purpose and place

We stand between our ancestors and our descendants, the bridge between those who were and those yet to be.  We experience reunions and ritual with our people, anchoring us to life. We stand on holy ground, inhale the soul of a place in our childhood, remember its sounds and smells.  We continue to be seasoned by the rocks, rivers, fields, lakes, prairies, and sky, as we pay attention to nature companions as message-bearers. We listen deep to the voice inside that calls us to express our original blessing. Goddessence  a word that came singing in my mind this summer as I was writing about the animation within all this connection

My new book, Goddessence offers poetry, prose, and photograph to honor these Essentials. It is available at the Joyful Jewel in Pittsboro, where she will be doing a reading  on Saturday,  September 14^th at 2 pm. Also available, are related clay totems, cards, prints, and beaded items.

Pittsboro Courthouse Treasures

Brief  Listening:              
Pittsboro  Treasures

Pittsboro  Postcards, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts, (in sizes for men, women, and children) available at the Joyful Jewel at 44 Hillsborough Street.