eyes of the world

the things my eyes have seen
I cant forget
blue grace that dances in the
recess of my membranes.
opening up a whole world of delusion
or inspiration
depending on optimism
love that surrounds me and light that energizes me.
the things my eyes have seen
I can’t unsee
from buety to the most profane
the soul of me
deeper the the recesses of the oceans
then space or infinity
alive throughthe things hidden behind

Tribal gypsy life

Your life purpose just becomes taking care of these kids that fight you for a single step of the way. You have to just surrender. I still feel that urgency to do something bigger, do something better like maybe I’m gonna read book that’ll change the world but I haven’t written it yet.

Submission

I am free to let the words flow.

I am free to capture the lyrics from the ethereal dream.

Turning realizations that escape from the recess of my mind. 

With my basket armed with words I deliver you my raw connection to the divine, a gift.

I wrote this poem for you.

Devoid of expectation.

I am a renegade poet lost in the youth of this life. 

I write timeless mystical lyrics obsessed with these words flowing like a river in the caverns of my mind. 

Lacing my thigh high boots

Protecting me from the storm

Keeping me sexy and warm I walk long in stride Hips moving gracefully from side to side. Progressing me in life. Momentum in motion

My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me. I’m a bone collector 

I ravish lovers And set souls free.

Loving unconditionally my children 

Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right From wrong 

Not from a hypocritical song

Just a pathway from rugged neurons 

Over sexualized society scarcely

Blessed I in this babylon where

Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions Play on my ethics between right And wrong
Reaching farther into the depths of the night I grasp things I can’t see

Only feel. Stillness quakes the emptiness that rages through me like an unadulterated angst. 

Embodied in irrational fear

 I find my feet firmly planted in the ground.I gather my bearings like a harvest.My wishes well established in the fleeting star dust.I find my voice 

like a siren my song will bring the ships of humanity down.Unleashing the rhythms of justice With the waves.Immersed in the rapture of enlightenment basking in this 

esoteric knowledge. I have to hold faith that my kids will fall in line with a righteous path.

I’m too wild for you 

Saturated in music and color

The tapestry I weave is complex

An intramural design 

A lost art of the ages

My dance is not for you as I move through grace twisting my life with every step I’m free. I have the luxury of moving my hips with the sirens song

Surrounded by trade my soul is almost complete in trouble .

Surrounded by the beauty created by the dreams of us

I wish for love on every shooting star.

Not settling for anything less than stellar.

 Strength of being strongly supported by our own intuition and music

Luminous is the color between us

A hug that invokes endorphins 

Rushing blood rises to my cheeks I feel my temperature rise

You move beyond words 

In this wild world.

You move me in the music you make

Dancing in ecstasy

To the rhythm of love

leaves are green you can’t see the invasive species lining the quarter overtaken,overgrown decimating the population of trees. 

Leaving an insatiable hunger

Hopelessness in the republicans and youth today.The rate of poverty increases with policies and protocols.

I break free from the restrictions harboring my soul and find a way to be free within this realm of unwanted terror. Escaping the box i have long out grown. Letting all your negative aspects of reality compost. I plant my seeds and grow beyond the confines. 

Escaping prison that tried to hold me 

Slipping out of the cuffs that contained me.I tell you what you want to hear To feed my children

Unclassified 

No labels sprawled across my chest 

Ancient symbols lay over my heart

Finding sacred in the dirt and decay

Finding peace on heroin highway.  

Through the smoke and mirrors 

Painted nightmares of ones you love

While you smell like sweet surrender

In this apocalyptic nation. 

Most

Endearing of qualities 

high atop of a tree 

sat the hawk

Waiting for your messages 

Soft sensual sent 

of Amber oil rubbed on my wrist, on the curve of my neck 

inside my thighs,

On my belly

My temples pulsing 

Radiating in this guttural reaction.

I’m in waiting for return of

My Moon’s reflection over oceans and rivers that rage without a cause.

I am a rebel without a reason.

Complete in the tide 

I know your cells are actively engaged while you move through mountains in your dreams.

Sleep with the angels

Dance with the gypsies in a timeless ritual.
Do you know you’ve been my muse for a while?

I dream, fantasize and paint you in my life…

Wild embers burning in a warm glowing light.

My celestial self recognizes all that is hidden in deep sub conscious terrains navigating the depth of my soul. My pendulum swings your way.

My tarot reading said you were in my future and past. I give you me. 

 All of me And intuitive healing

Just give me a reason .

To save myself for the ultimate once in a lifetime love,a sign.

One reason to believe 

I dance in your dreams and play in your mind.

I see your eyes linger and it melts away the walls

Theres no tomorrow I run after my composure To catch my breath

Glare at me from the window

Who I am is in direct defiance of who I am to become 

I calibrate my crazy.Tuck away all my insanity And notions of reality momentarily, So I can raise these beings into the great beyond

Suppressing the wildwomyn in me

So I can ease the monotony of the day

I am the master of my realm 

The time master of all the plans in my house

Loving deeply and compassionately until all the bells in this kingdom have rung 

Alighting mind body and soul to universal and earthly intentions
Be still my heart in rumination 

Sanctification of the onslaught of love

With every action I bless my home and body with incense.

In my unwavering faith that fills every corner with smoke and prayers

Trying to simplify my ever complex life making room for a new reality and abundance where only dirt and disorder reside.

There’s no need for empty promises or delusions…I am set free from reality With chaos and Magik 

It’s time to dance like never before.

It’s time to create what’s never been done filling a niche with independence. I ride the trade winds of desire to erotasy 
The mass is salacious 

In saturated fall colours.

a decitent palate of prisms reflected from the bright blue sky  

erupting before our eyes.

Most amazing fireworks display 

Of regional moments.

Breathtaking abundance making me want to dip my paint brush.

Like a gypsy dancing through trees.

Through yesterday’s leaves riding a caravan of a hopeless dreamscape. 

Only to be awakened by the solitude of snow falling on an endless dream

Green hills the space in between is vital but is open across the landscape

I capture whAt i can but there is so much left out of a photograph

Vital life energies and auras 

Escape me in the world

As i am only a conduit trying to capture the moment

Nature is my muse

Like the delicate petals of the flowers or the twisting 

The crystalized look of dew on jewel weed reflecting fragments of the world around it

I wonder if your eyes close to others like blinders from theory’s when love is real, truly and deeply.

No time to wonder, measure and compare

A connection so deep the drama falls off like rain on a pane of glass protecting our hearts from deception and deceit

Sushi seems to be my answer to everything

The buffets know me by face

Smiling at this addiction to rolls and wasabi

As reality sinks in and bills mount higher than my patients

Endless phone calls

And appointments lead me to a monotony of disgusted indigestion

This is your reality not mine

Your box

 I’m trying desperately to fit in  

 But my tendrils grow over 

Trying to find the earth

 they belong in 

while establishing roots and foundations

i planted my flowers that grow outside of this mainstream life unable to cage up their unscrupulous beauty for the likes of living a normal life 

Bullet proof Gnostics

 gaining attention

Are coincidences just that

And not meant to be 

With every fiber of my romantic being i cant loose hope

I don’t want to leave here 

Surround by giai in all her earthly elements.  

Sand protecting her shores.  

Makes my skin soft letting me sink into her flesh conforming to her ways

Her waters wave over me. Surrounding me letting me escape. Daring me into rapture hypnotizing me with her binary continuity

Whispering her songs

Most importantly harboring the sacred life of this planet

Im a renegade running from my responsibilities created by someone else’s realities 

I run my own game trying to walk in both lands never really fitting into either i slept under the stars 

Savoring the moments with nothing in between the new moon and me

Throwing my intentions in the fire while i boiled saltwater down

I awoke to bunnies exploring my blankets

I woke on the beach to wild ponies neighing their wishes

We ran side by side 

I ran my hand over the CD 

it’s familiar disk 

held loosely by my feelings

fastened with memories 

every time that song played 

ran through my mind

eliciting memories that 

captivate my soul

Evoking feelings 

Making me dance 

Away from my comfort zone

Risking just one more chance

Singing just one more lyric 

Reasons don’t matter

Just the lingering after effect of the tales told and rhythm played

The way chance and coincidence collided with fate in ecstasy dancing so close 

The chocolate Fell on my tongue tantalize me

My taste buds stand the erect

Salivating as bitterness 

Combined with the melting thickness

Covering all my points of being 

Interests prescribed

Believing in this sacred ritual

That arose from a cup of well being a cup that nourishes the mind body and soul

Cacao with a Little sweetness 

a little cream and spice to warm you inside and out

Rev your metabolism 

Mend a broken heart

Savoring each sensual sip

I’ve been waiting all day to hide away 

Away from chaos kids and disorders

Away from chores and responsibilities 

Find a few moments to find my soul

Mend the holes 

Sew a few patches 

Knotted in disappear knotted hopelessness and broken dreams cast aside by meager means

Challenges and disillusioned prophesies 

I mend away libations overturned judgements and ease back into me

Me 

Who I am

Who I was meant to be I shimmy into my soul fixed and fitted

It’s me and who I am today  

Listen to my heart 

Listen to my words 

As they render incomplete 

Bypassing laws and regulations

Hear the rhythm connected

To the universe 

To the land we all share 

The first Morning light 

Warms the trees basking in the glowing rays rising 

We are all made from star. Dust

Bound by leather dressed in lace

Lamenting in the seasons

Welcoming change

Crossing 

boundaries 

Solving situations 

exceeding expectations

Chasing memories

Selling dreams

Casting revaluations boundlessly into a universe

Justifications trying to make sense

Of the world we live in

Dancing through the fog 

With the parade of ghosts

Lightening our way through the darkness 

Passing over the landscape to freedom 

A night of mischievous kissing 

A night of healing

Releasing the discord and knots

That bound me

Shroud me with silken wetness

Saturating my soul with the landscape

A psychedelic a rhythmic binary bliss awaits me 

Sweet Isis dance with me 

Till the morning light

Till the dew dissolves 

And the salacious

Sounds of our feet hitting the earth

Our brothers gone by holding company

Our sisters visions enlighten royal ambitions

I’ve been many things in my life. A master of creation dancing on the wind of music and a healer are some of my more fun lives. Today I am a blessed mom and foster momma to two infants! Love and light in all your creations

Humanizing humans

Poetry where my mouth wasA cause to support human evolution

A revolution in humanity

Creating a welcoming home for foreigners 

Legalizing aliens, ( what the fuck even a play on words sounds dehumanizing)

legalizing travelers that help a thriving community

Utilizing natures laws we create safety in migration

A salutation in solution standing together not in solitude

One nation one earth under the sky

Sacred Holistic Arts*~balancing and winter works

 Balance… 

Is finding normalcy in this life even possible? We have all have our preconceived notions of what normal is supposed to be like, but is living it actually what we want? I told my daughter last night that I would love it if she could be happy all the time but that isn’t always possible. Sometimes we have to take life by the moments.  Sometimes you have to just find one thing beautiful and focus on that for awhile and realize that moment is beautiful and eventually they add up.

Sure I would love a house, a husband/wife I could be faithful too a great job and a group of friends I go out with on one scheduled visit a month. Sadly not my life right now and I would have to give up my summer touring around for one or more of the normal things and I am not ready to grow up that much yet. Stability is not over rated and yet I am not ready to settle for just any house or job that might take me away from my art. The key is balance.

Striving for amazingness is great but not if it makes you go crazy!  A little each day just do a little something and eventually it will add up! I am amazed as I begin to publicly share my stuff just how much I do make and as you get to know me and my life it’s a lot of chaos but I make things happen pushing through obstacles.

Patina time this picture right here is of the two arbiters that I made for the mobile’s and now I am oxidizing them so they are that beautiful turquoise color. I have been holding my breath for A few days during this process hoping it doesn’t destroy the work and enhances it nicely!!!!!!! For the know how check out my online course~ a holistic approach to creativity
  

Here is the piece before I started I added some more stuff to it. My niece came in and says”aunty M why you hang my dream catcher up there silly that’s mine” she is three. so we made it uniquely hers. Music by one of my favourites bands Lucid.

I made some one of a kind you just bought something amazing so I made you a really cool bag that your gonna want to keep:)

Nutrition health and healing

I really have a hard time in the winter. It is def not my fav. season! when it comes to maple season I get so excited! My family started tapping tree’s last year and I am hooked! It is hard work but when it boils and I grab a cup of tea or cocoa with boiling sap water that is our reward!  Sweet rose tea and sap water.

Bring it on! Here is my weight loss super shake.

2 scoops of protein powder of your choice

1 cup of Keifer

I table spoon of spiralina

1 tblsp of Hemp powder.
  I could eat a head of cabbage all by my self.

mix with olive oil and nutritional yeast and roast

 New stuff in the collection for sale

 Here is a pic of the unity scarf I knit… $110 this can wrap around my neck three times

White Lilly crown shown here by princess Lailah can be found on my etsy . She came to sleep over and wanted to play dress up!!!! Lots of princess dresses later.. I love this girl!

  New head piece unicrystal $45  
Can find this heady piece on etsy too.
   

These I haven’t listed so if you have interested pm me   

    
  Homeschool moments in timekids making cookies with sap boiling in the   Background .. Below is our field trip to shelburne falls pot holes
 
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Shaman of my soul

The nights of my dreams love of my life, 

Shaman of my soul. 

Secret of universal truth Is…

 We are all one…

Watch me dance 

Through the horizons and rainbows Grab my hips and pull me close. Dance with me through the dappled moon light in the forest. 

Touch the center of my beingYou weren’t just a fleeting moment in my lifetime

Leaving stardust on my trail

You lit Wildfire in my body

Illuminating my soul

Sacred holistic arts~*survival

  This is the word that keeps playing through my head this morning as I attempt to figure out the best way to go about doing it in the up coming months before festival season. 

Survival is more than just trying to live in this world or being successful or even healthy how about being happy? Let others figure out their own source of contentment so you can work on yours. Yes parents I am talking to you too. Especially those parents of teens. Tomorrow I am sending my 15 year old across the United States from ma to California at his request. You never know what the right answer for someone else is so I am respecting his decision and hoping that he can heal whatever wounds he has endured and make a happy well adjusted life for himself under his fathers guidance  .point being we all have dis-ease and disorders name it, claim it and find a way to get over it. That’s more than surviving that’s living the life you love 

   
Survival

There is a vague emptiness

That surrounds my chaos

Surrealism that is misguided

As this life lived in reverence

Cast mundane aside

For a moon dance 

Saturating our cells

In starlight from where we came filling that void

To help us endure reality

Suggestions that marginalized 

The magnitude of being

A better human spirit.

Dancing in the dirt of reality

Gleaning lessons of a souls journey.

I push through obstacles

Giving back what’s not mine

Letting others be responsible for their own happiness and substandard choices

In their existence

Looking for a lifetime 

Beyond these fleeting moments of love to share mind body and soul 

   
Trashy existence 

Music for this topic ( scale down and synchronicity by rising Appalachian )

In one week I have quite the accomplishment!!!! One small bag of trash for four people! The rest is recycled and composted. We compost every thing paper, food pottery.  What can you do to keep your elimination to a small one bag in the land fill a week or even less? I reuse all the bags I can to pack snacks, make art and buy stuff with less packaging. It is hard with kids tho. If you can beat me and my Bag I am working on 9 days I’ll send you a piece of original art …. Send me proof a picture and your address…🤔🤗👏🏿🙌🏻👌🏼🗑we can save our world one space at a time. 

Art rampages

  

My hands are always busy. This week I continued working on my mobile. Well it’s not meant for me! I did use some recycled copper I came across at the dump!! Whenever I can I do. I use to buy copper from the recycling center but OSHA  had to go and make some law that says I can’t buy it from there!!! Anyways I had this idea that I needed to add one more piece to complete it and hung it. My son timeless and I went out to work on the teepee and have a fire and I came across this half wrapped gorgeous crystal that had been abandoned in the yard by a kid and time found a piece of telascope glass it was the perfect. Size for a combo! Now the double mobile is done. $250 total. After years of making this stuff I do know that some people can’t afford the whole price and want to buy just a piece of amazingness so each of the dangles is for sale too. I’ll have to figure out a way for me to list it on etsy! But I do hope it all sells as one piece since it is a divinely guided rustic eye candy that can’t be rushed process.   

 Adult coloring book 

Im going to sell some art for a coloring book probably with poetry too I haven’t decided what the best way to publish it will be but I wan sharing some pics of the art you ( my readers) are welcome to download and color! Ha arn’t you glad you clicked on my link today;) 

    Magic cloak is still in the making inch by inch row by row I’m gonna make this lavender cape glow. I hope that it will become luminous in the black light making pics pop we shall see. 

  Hats

I have to admit I am broke so with two baby showers coming up I crotched some hats. I hope they love them soft and fuzzy. I can’t follow a pattern but I can crotchet almost anything to shape. 

   

 that’s about it for now thanks for reading . Behind me is the beautiful anja art work. You can find her under Jenna odhner

Namaste 

Michelle 

So doing this newsletter from my phone or old computer is a whole days process. It takes a a whole day to upload and it still isn’t up loaded!!! Lol.

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So this is part of my music geekiness I love music!!!

i have spent much of my adult hood chasing music, listening or in clubs.

Dreaming about it now I am turning my poetry into music.

I am entranced by the idea of bringing poetry to people who would never take it on themselves.

I want people to stumble into, become emmersed in it that they don’t really know until they have fully been saturated.

Kind of like boiling a lobster.

‘Once you learn a poem, have a poem memorized no one can take that from you it is yours’.

I believe it was poneyboy or curtis who said the above quote.

The only one I really have memorized is ” everything gold’ by Robert frost. Amazing, simple and awakened. Need I say more?

I found that one in the classic epic tale of the outsiders which I was infatuated with when I read it. .

Sadly I have a terrible memory which is horrible if you want to be a preforming poet but I don’t have time for that now.

Sooo what do I memorize? Songs.

I can recall most songs as soon as the music starts to play.

There is a muscle memory that just picks up with music.

Not only that but the vibration of sound, my movements and memories as each song has found it’s way into my life at a certain time.

So this is why I continue to work on making this kind of progression.

Because for me it is the only way.

Namaste

Michelle

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imbolic winter morning/39

I cherish these quiet mornings.

Before the kids wake up and everyone is asleep.

Nestled in their blankets warm

on a cold winters day.

I use to resist the urge

but came flying out of my bed

to tell my story.

Maybe I crawled between

the kids sprawled like a litter of kittens

more because I was lonely.

My dreams were lying again.

Waking up with no arms around me.

Without my friend to make me laugh

or share that drink.

Either way

I am here.

listening to the bubbling of the phishtank

and the humm of the coffee pot.

Keeping my vital essence  caffeine

dripping at 200 degree’s perfect.

I will be ready for an iv in a few (just a tired moms joke)

Today is the day

I let love win

or let it in.

Can I just let it in?

Open the door to my dreams?

I open up to imbolic and refuse negativity in my home.

Light my prayer make my wish.

Like singing that same song over and over again.

It’s just a wish

to make my family happy and healthy at all cost.

(Usually me, my sanity and work effort)

Putting aside what I want for what is best.

Admirable, right?

Time will tell feels like the mountains win again

Indigo’s raising indigo’s/37/soul love saga

There is not a day

where I am not tested beyond

the limits of what I can handle.

With my craft and religion

nagging at me,

words fly around my head

unable to find their place on the page.

Due to rage

or running from

one place to another,

 any obligation that roots

me to reality

keeps me from

running free and traveling

down new roads.

A baby mess,

a chlild’s  needs,

all a priority

to the creation of work

that needs space +time.

Kids yearning to thrive

some of them arn’t even mine.

Bouncing through life

with no care for guidance

or respect

indigo’s raising indigo’s.