Clicks & Bricks

It takes clicks and bricks,
For success that sticks.
Starting online is fine,
Then a meet & greet is sweet.
Must combine to complete
A successful bag of tricks.
Explaining how The Future is now,
We make a pact - it's time to act!


Written after hearing Al Gore talk on his new book "The Future"
Honored to meet him and give him a copy of Planet Protection
(posted Dec 2009,Jan 2012), River Bed (posted June 2010,June 2012)

Intuition Aroma

Time to lie down on the table
Try to relax, if I’m able
Here for the powers of Reiki
Soon I’m not feeling so achy
Music, crystals, and fragrant oils
Blended so the tension uncoils
Guided by her intuition
Healing comes to its fruition
….A successful mission!


Written on 7/19/12 as a testimonial for: http://intuitionaroma.com/

African Hunger

African hunger needs a solution
Eloquence is not a substitution
Needing to get a solid commitment
Enabling funds for a vital shipment


Written 8/8 as ONE volunteer for a meeting with our congressman.

Aurora

DOOR CRASH

GAS MASK

LOUD BLAST

RUN FAST

Written 7/20/12 - morning of the shootings


Enjoying a movie just after midnight,
A man bursts in from the theater's front right.
A shot in the air, and smoke blinding their sight,
Then all the shooting brings screams of fright -
Some dropping to the ground, or taking flight,
Protecting their loved ones, holding on tight.

Written 7/22/12

Radnor writings

Turning around feels like a re-tread
But instead, I sense newness ahead
Putting old fears to bed
Unwanted beliefs are shed
A baby deer is mother-led
Then more joyfully I tread
7/11/12


Keep walking to the next bench
You can’t win the battle from the trench
Just walk past the fear and possible stench
You’ll know when you need more than a wrench
7/18/12


Stop and Smell the Roses!
Lighten what life imposes.
Breathe in Deep,
Lessen the Heap,
Starting with our Noses!

Looking through the trees,
Amazed at what she sees.
The path is near, it's clear!
Have no fear, almost here!
Looking from another view
Helps to know what's next to do.
8/1/12

Seasoning

Cyclical turning of the earth, passing of the seasons only to return again, having my butternut squash at Thanksgiving dinner, luscious lilacs in the spring, jumping in the ocean waves of summer, hibernating through the winter, liking the stillness. Don’t Rush Me! There’s where the feeling comes out, born late, arrive late, running for the bus but haven’t missed a plane, padding the time to allow for my dawdling. Rather get that chore done than be on time, priorities out of whack or warped? Grumbling at the drivers in my way, making me late but not enough padding allowed for my meandering. Don’t Rush Me! Hitting snooze at least once every morning - a slow waking up process, some time constraints but built into usual dawdling. Time to read my meditations, do my writing with cat curled on my belly, later capture her for medicine, the time for her brushing relegated to Mark when we need to leave another trip. Time to pack the night before then figure what I forgot this time.

Time to celebrate another birthday, another anniversary, making a big deal, my time or our time for these occasions. Watching the Grammy Awards, counting down the time till a long-awaited concert then lost in time for an hour or two, enthralled, involved, later wanting to recapture the time from the photos and videos, zoom in, hold still so it’s not blurry, hating when it’s time to go, hoping the next time not so far away, like visiting family then having plans to see them again at a certain time. Where’s the rhyme? Is there still need for the tumbleweed? After I wash the squash, I peel and pull out the seeds, a lot of work indeed, but boil and mash mixed with butter and pepper.


Written in 5/23/12 Wednesday Afternoon Writing Circle - read at Art & Soul Poetry Night on 7/13/12 http://www.writingcircle.org/

RIVER BED

Standing in the river bed

Where the waters once flowed.

To what is this owed?

How will nature be fed?

Will the balance corrode?

More carefully I tread

Wondering what lies ahead

And what more can erode.




Reposting from 2010 after seeing the dried up river bed at Radnor Lake this morning.