rain and earth elements

The sound of pitter pattering echoes around me, a wave of inertia sinks with each passerby. The vibration of all those who matter fills my surface. Children grow, run and play. I know each one. I have felt each being transform into adulthood. Growing with each step I feel each and every cell divide and multiply around here. Aware of each tree winding their roots into the depths of my ‘skin’ the outer layer of my body , my crust.  I’m am constantly evolving, changing. Each building a domain that houses and sustains life. Providing cycles that are my breath heating and cooling, wet and dry. The magnetic force keeps us in orbit.  My body is yours… Who am I?

Our Mother Earth, Gaia, enables our existence with grace so that we may thrive as a civilization. She endures and supports all of our ventures. Ancient civilizations worshiped the earth goddess and women for the first 200,000 thousand years of humanity. She has seen evolution through her timeless years of existence. Sustaining us as we go about our daily business slowly becoming disengaged with our world. One day while pulling invasive species from Highland park area in Western Massachusetts an elder of the Community in Western MA. Roberta, told me about” The Native American went to the Government and said ‘Why it that our good topsoil is is gone? It was black and full of minerals, the land was healthy and now it is sick with and barren?” Ever since then I notice more farming land where the land has been over sprayed and life is very formal. When I drive on the highways and roads  I see the vines taking down the trees strangling the very life of them. Large patches of invasive species killing the biodiversity. The summer green would hide it. I make dream catchers with some vines and my eyes look to see what I could create with all those vines if I had the time from fairy houses to arbors. Only I do not have enough time or hands to take on that challenge.

*The earth is sick. The invasive species act like cancers or mold taking over our already delicate ecosystem. Roberta is the “Lone Ranger” of the forest area that covers this park. For years she has been focused on passing down her knowledge of plants to help enrich this amazing little mountain side of Sachems Head. She shared her passion with my family, showing us all the different types of plants that were inhibiting all of our natural wild life to thrive. We met her one day while playing catch with an owl. My girlfriend was throwing a ball to our dog and the owl thought he would try and retrieve it as well. He continued to do play this game  for a while when we came across her in the middle of a pachysandra patch; pulling and counting. Since then we have covered a lot of ground; Virginia creeper and bittersweet are no match for us. My kids  love to cut the vine with the big clippers and saws. We have collected the seeds between the thorns of a Japanese burning bush and bitter sweet. Pulled garlic mustard by the trash bag full just to watch the native plants grow. Many hands make light work.

This is our earth, the one and only legacy that we will really leave to our children. It is important to make mindful choice that will improve the life of the planet for generations to come.

Water

One oxygen, two hydrogen

Goddesses represent the element of water like the gods represent fire. As water is the source of life like the females anatomy.  Anahita is the Persian Goddess of immaculate water and fertility portrayed as a virgin and the goddess of war. She very closely resembles Ishtar. Both of their animals are a dove and peacock. Saturated in her ever flowing waters, swimming in her seas, caring for her animal’s betters our chances of survival in opposing forces of fertility and war. Tethys was the Titans Goddess of fresh water and nursing. Her parents being Orananos and Gaia great Goddess of the earth.  Our bodies are made up of 80% water, through transition our waters break flowing from our vaginas releasing life. Could Tethy’s be the inspiration for the word teat the nickname for nipple, for both cow and lady? The waters of Sayella are the Goddess of time and prophecy. She has the infinite knowledge of creation while her timeless waters flow even through the darkest caves of the oceans. The waters of Baveras are those of the sea. Wild and untamed she has many faces. In a state of constant transition she inspires artists and healers.  The makers of creation owning a peace of our puzzle.

Wiccans represent water with the chalice. Using water or wine in ritual cups. Colors between blue and green can be recognized throughout the world to indicate water. Its symbol is an upside down triangle. We anoint in ritual with water purifying our sins. Most religions cleanse with water as rain cleanses the earth in theory washing away all that decay.

The four astrology signs that divide the year up equally are: Pisces, cancer and Scorpio all share some of same common characteristics of the water element. These people are able to feel the vibrations of those around them, very sensitive and can easily be carried away, fill others with healing energy or be an emotional drain. Regeneration, restorative, nurturing and dreamy describes a water baby well.

In the fung shui (literally means wind and water) practice water is associated with the female yang energy. Water holds chi (life force) and is associated with prosperity. Putting a fountain or a fish tank at the north or south ends of your house, whichever one is away from your bedrooms will increase the flow of abundance into your house.

Winter transitions water to snow for every ten inches of snow equals one inch of rain.  The snow glazes the earth like sugar that sparkles invitingly for us to come and play… Humans run around clearing and cleaning snow moving it  from one place to another.   The weather is  an amazing natural condition. I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

The water cycles through the seasons an infinite supply taken for granted. Rain will wash the earth clean creating pathways that flow over into the rivers. Flowing the streaming waters, rivers, lakes and oceans it doesn’t stop there. A completion to the water cypher radiating evaporation into the heavens again. Carbon cycles from living to dead helping the living grow again completely reliant on the water. Our life repeats itself again.

Giai is so intricate in her complexity letting us bath in her veins. She lets us dance in her tears and swim in her womb. Rapture of the deep consumes some and releases others. I have been caught in her riptides wanting forever to be comfortable in her flowing waters. Feeling one surrounded by her filling my every crevasse. We need water to survive drinking as much as we can manage to cleanse and saturate our cells. Depending on where we live the majority of the earth has to drink water contaminated with farming and industrialization. Still she flows trying to detoxify us. She lets us live gathering momentum for the future generations as our bodies become genetically modified organisms according to our environment. Still we drink and try to digest all of the waste water that has been treated. As we meditate on the future ahead, work towards a positive view of the future one where organic soils have once again become rich and the water runs clean. With the last oil spill that has taken its toll on the gulf it sometimes seems hard to feel optimistic. The energy we need to see us through these next few years needs us to focus on the positive aspects of the future. Where we can detox ourselves from our codependency on carbon by making it available for everyone.  Putting our minds into solving problems and creating self-sustainable communities that are organizing green practices like: Solar and wind power, recycling, nontoxic solutions, and more holistic approach to education.  By 2012 marks the end of the Mayan calendar and the beginning of a new existence

How do we get back to simplifying? How do we find that pureness that we need? To nourish our bodies with vitality: Collecting rain water from the roof to water our gardens, saving bath water to flush our toilets, not using chemicals in or around our homes, clean up around the water tables and rivers to keep stuff from leaching into the rivers, reduce the amount of manufactured items that you buy into your life, don’t let the water run while you’re doing dishes or brushing your teeth, reduce the amount of carbon that you produce.

The water element is governed by the heart and the throat chakra.  Dominating your emotional needs, unlocking your past, and healthy emotional balance.  I fill up my glass carafe and place a few crystals in it depending on the property I need; I love quartz crystal for its overall wellbeing properties, adding a dash of amethyst for good dreams and love.  I also place a little beautiful blue appetite  in my water for its digestive properties with a little blue aventurine for friendships, love, reason and communication. In the summer I put some flowers in the water for flower essences. Each flower holds properties to help you in your life: cherry blossoms and jasmine for love.  You can find numerous books on flower and mineral essence before you do some rocks and flowers do have toxic properties while others are very healing. The very act of letting the water sit lets some chemicals evaporate making the water taste better. 

                                

  Rain

Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being,

belonging to me. Blending with my tears, soaking my emotions.

Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache.

A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth.

Flooding our plane of existence…                                            

letting everyone see how I feel.

No sun shall shine from the sky,

warming my insides,

burning my skin.

The moon and stars in the midnight sky

will disguise themselves,

hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds

r                     from our curious eyes tonight. a                A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside I         during the long hours of the darkness. n           There is a constant tapping. Anahita is

Reminding us to listen intently to the condition of the battle –

on the roof above you.

The wind is rattling the windows,

as if mother nature is trying to breakthrough to you.

It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain,

reminding me of sorrow.

The sound of so many rain drops hypnotizes me into a transcended  state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.  I would love to stick my tongue out

and let a snowflake fall on it again.

clean.

I often feel the rain  is a part of my being.

I take it personally  for it is mine alone.

During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms.

I can only giggle as the torture tickles me.

For the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see – to the ground below my feet-

h2o each molecule is a part of this universe-

a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico. Crossing all borders bound for freedom….

Making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with  my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey.

Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn.

Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour.

The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets.

Splashing innocent pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily,

murky nasty water

the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across. Only to arrive home in their soaking wet clothes. Dripping liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. A muddy season with no mercy for the saturated souls. Wrinkled toes pealed from the dripping socks as soggy fingers wring out the water from unwanted wetness. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. Our elders are aching within the arthritic wizened culture that divides us.  No matter where you look what you will perceive  is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs  over the still dryness that use to be. Rainbows steal the few glimpses of sun that may peak from behind the cloud renewing our faith. Through a silver lining we can see a new beginning.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. The cows are lying in the pasture nibbling on grass.

I observe the individual translucent  rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water. The infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one with the mass of metallic looking liquid. Each drop reflects our world upside down. Water is the most abundant element on our planet.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together it creates a magical sky. The incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears from the overcast sky into  our ecosystem. Thunder  roars the storm clouds in with a warning making your ear drums vibrate  with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t  see you. Lightening can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me. Reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a mid-summers storm.

I would love to stick my tongue out

and let a snowflake fall on it again.

clean.

I often feel the rain  is a part of my being.

I take it personally  for it is mine alone.

During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms.

I can only giggle as the torture tickles me.

For the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see – to the ground below my feet-

each molecule is a part of this universe-

a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

Turn, turn turn

There is a rhyme

For every reason a rhythm for ever season

A time for everything

For everything there is a time

Occupy your  mind occupy this space

Stand for what you believe in stand strong

Before corporations run as an invasive species

decay our land

Toil and trouble

Turn Turn Turn

The leaves of this October

To justify occupation

Harvest is over the lady descends

The lord takes over again

There is a cycle

That weaves the webs of our existence

One strand at a moment’s pace

We tie our knots

Making magic

As we secure

Our existence

Round we to collecting treats

Remembering the dead

on all hallows eve

Binding and tying

Each cross section carefully

Turn turn turn

Around we go again

Moving from one world to another

Change is in the air

Boiling and bubbling

Toil and troubling

Tricking and treating

In guise we go seeking

This the end of the warm season

The earth and our farms

Turn turn turn

The soil planting seeds

Sowing and reaping

Hope emerges through transition

as one world ends another begins

fall leaves our lives as our New Year begins

And our souls fly gently swaying on the wind –My family started composting a few years ago. As the world becomes full of more chaos we can only control ourselves. (Sometimes) Making a serious effort to make good healthy dirt. There is a lack of it in any lot in town from overuse to desecration. The dirt is always mixed with trash you never really know what you’re going to find when you dig in.

While pulling invasive species from a local park with the parks self-proclaimed ‘lone ranger’ (we are Tonto and tribe.)  She informed us that the Native Americans had taken the United states government to court because the quality of the topsoil has declined causing problems in the ecosystem. With composting you can make the best soil!

Composting soil is full of nutrients and minerals. Anything that you can eat, most paper and lawn scraps, animal waste love to be made into rich soil to grow plants  in. Food decomposes the fastest.. By getting the food out of the dumps and into your personal compost you will be decreasing the methane that is produce therefor improving the air quality.

The more times you turn your scrap pile depends on how fast it will turn into viable dirt for all your effort. If you find some dirt looks good brown and crumbly it is ready. Some of the other stuff may not be so you would get a screen with quarter inch holes and sift the dirt that is ready and turn over what isn’t. The most common way to compost on a family scale is to set up two fenced of areas of 3×3 feet out of the way of your house turning soil from one bin to the next.

Worms are also an important factor in the decomposition process. Kids love to have their own compost bucket with pet worms. If you find a plastic container with a cover you can start by adding a few cups of dirt to cover the bottom of the bucket. Then you get your red worms or earth worms  from a hardware or garden store and add it to your bucket. We usually name our worms that will do our dirt processing. Then you can start feeding them your compost materials of food, leftovers and peelings. To keep the fruit flies down you add a few inches of nontoxic newspaper shredded up on top. Mist and feed daily. The worms will then eat and poop out the food. Their excrement is ready and available pure dirt ready to use. ( and it doesn’t smell;) I have always planted gardens. In good soil I grow my vegetables and in poor soil my flowers. While the prices of foods continue to rise like the main staples of wheat corn and sugar. The quality of the supermarket food doesn’t have as much vital life force as our fresh farm veggies. I had gone to my farm share all summer getting the most amazing varieties of kale it was thick and strong. Lasting like a green bouquet in my kitchen for a week. At the grocery store I grabbed some kale trying to get as much as I could with my dwindling funds. I grabbed the organic green kale that wilted within a day. The yellow on the leaves took over within twenty four hours, the yellow reveals that that the chlorophyll production has halted and there is no more vital life essence it is also really bad for you to eat causing the production of cancer in our bodies to accelerate. Last year I bought into a crop share farm and was very pleased with the results. This is our earth, the one and only legacy that we will really leave to our children. It is important to make mindful choice that will improve the life of the planet for generations to come.

Sometimes I write to live, other times l Live to write. The yearning for free time is always there and the words are floating in my head. I wonder if I am brave because I know there is a story taking place and a plot is happening as I go through the motions.. Sometimes it feels as if I am not real. I am just words on an age and I am vicarious  living as I type. That is just a way of really being in the here and now. Feeling with my deepest of hearts and seeing with my eyes around this motel room white walls and my ever increasing imagination that wants so badly to break free of this claustrophobic prison that I can’t find my way out of .

Quiet desperation Laced with inspiration A time of introspection In A time of introspection of monetary deception I revel in- Anticipation at the known Existence of angels Saving my soul From the depths of all my obstacles Quiet desperation Laced with inspiration 2012 The year of the prophecies

House to house I need a place to put my garden know me A space I can call my own to the garden I rose top of the roof trees of fruit and green tranquil and serene Home is the sacred Timeless magical space a room for each person to recharge at the end of the day keeping us safe and pure ]a place to create an abundance  stream of consciousness universal spirit whose motivation emulates everywhere a place to love like you never have been before A walk way A tub cleanses away obstacles where books written make New York’s best sellers list finished on a farm where hens lay and dogs play butterfly gardens attracts nectar harvesters

walls closing in anger under doors smoke in the halls smells not mine enough rules to drive you insane lack of privacy on the telephone lines crossing

Homeless at the Days inn When do I get time for me? Where I’m not tryin to find housin Hours of searching the streets hours debatin surfing the web not the ocean for a home to co-exist w/my children, community +nature even lowering expectations drowned in sorrow holding my head up high expectations walking away w/ a closed ear and wasted time still homeless without a place to be my kids ad me motel full of methadone mothers beat up buoys families with little hope teenage moms stuck in this transition a purgatory retched smoke smelling rooms and tar stained walls kids bouncing off all four walls w/little  hope not yet hopeless Rented signed on the dotted line before my papers could be shuffled a system incomplete I gaged my time and fell head first into the vortex of the abyss no direction to home so many phone calls so much wasted time no reason no rhyme just anotha day phone calls an viewings hoping someone will see us

1/27/2012 My kids are so angry

A winter storm is finally here mocking in tones because the whole winter has been mild. Today is the last day of February and we are getting our second nor’easter of the year. The first one was the on Halloween.  I got out of school early and raced to get my boots, camera and computer. I needed some time to myself.  I find myself in a coffee shop. I find myself at the book mill writing to clear my head. It has been a long day. I woke early at 5:45 laid on my little purple yoga mat that I bought for myself and stretched in between bites of my Kashi cereal with goji and hemp nuts and milk. I started off pure and healthy. Only my time waking the kids turned rotten from the moment I reminded Ocean that he needed to do his homework. He started flopping around like a fish. Yelling at me because he couldn’t find his homework so I grabbed it for him in between the wall and the bed where he left it when he fell asleep though I reminded him that he needed to put it away last night. So I got it and tried to have him gather his stuff on the opposite bed. Only that didn’t work for him so I threw it on the yoga mat where he was sitting and he started yelling at me that that he didn’t want to do it because he was going to get in trouble for not doing it. When I reminded him that he needed to make better choices with his time then he started yelling and I told him to go to time out and he called me a bitch. I didn’t like this so I threw some water on him and he got up and punched me.  What do you do when your ten year old punches you I grabbed him in a bear hug and made him going to time out? I told him I wasn’t able to take him to idol or soccer this weekend. I just can’t justify spending time or energy supporting him when he can’t even be nice to me if I ever had doubts about medicating him until this transition is over they are cleared up now.   He also informed me that it was bull shit that I was making him listen to positive affirmations talks that I have been immersed in lately. I can’t help it. There is such a negative space surrounding us that I need to hear something positive. On the upside we went to kristen’s house on Sunday. She called me in the morning to say that she was depressed and sick and worn down from all her running around and she wanted us to come up to her house. It was a long week last week we met mama in New York City so we could transfer kids and it would make the trip easier. We spent the night in the city on the Friday before last on Wall St. The Ananaz hotel we walk into this hip contemporary hotel with feist playing on the radio. A very tall dark and handsome man walks up to us with a little pad and asks for our registration then he gets us our cappuccino, free cappuccinos. We got settled and cleaned and dressed up on our tenth floor very modern contemporary room overlooking wall St. We went a walking up Wall St. past the Nazdek building to the grounds zero’s sight. I observed this angst energy that was settled over the land since it was eleven we weren’t allowed to visit the inside we were only aloud to observe the new buildings from the wall. . I also noticed that that on each of the four sides of the war zone there were at least twenty cops that were occupying cars of this construction site.  On the news it was a really big deal that there was so much money being spent on security for the Wall Street occupation protests but what was the need for so many cops here? How come no one ever mentioned this?  The occupation in Boston was civil when I took my kids there. Two cops stood outside the sidelines chit chatting with no real care in the world. The next day they were showing and telling on the news how they had to have police in riot gear that was costing a fortune to patrol that is

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city i o

What an interesting moment in time,
When worlds collide and nothing is as it seems.
Independence is compromised
By co dependence
Just so we can survive.
Indigo inspirations in giai revelations

  City I o City I O

Creative longitivity

 My muse As I wonder

 Fairy prints Chaotic nymphs

pieces of soul love old and new

trouble  over my shoulder
like a sack for a traveler
I  wanna crawl out of my skin
just to get out of this place
why do I abide
swim against the tide

Love reigns the
king of compassion
innocence is your soul
overwhelmed by light
pureness no shadows
Easter 1997

 

 Defiance
my feelings are
of the devils
in defiance
of my very own being
My thoughts
My feelings
My attitudes
My perceptions
of my way of  living
How Naive!

 I am attracted too.
the devils cue
Hues of red
traces of blood
I can’t go back
To being Innocent again
I want to capture
Rejuvenate my youth
mend my wings
fly again
instead I choose
deceptive cues
I’ll never learn how to grow old
immortality is killing me
I’ll never be sweet only a tease
to deny my secrets
never my dreams

The drugs discovered

My friends
are falling
soon to be dead
all are special
promises of friendship are broken
like the

 torn wing from a dove
tears will fall for them

 

 

 

Falling
They’ve changed
I still love
think of the way
it used to be so pure
so beautiful like someone dancing on air
no glass to sleep on
no sun to turn you on
No one to show you how
The promises get broken
one by one
promises to keep from getting hurt
hurting for
hurting them
Disguise
are you as cold as my winter storm?
will you be my special one? Tell me darling
what’s real?
fire in your eyes
melts me wild
holding on to sorrow and pain

is it raining in your mental plain
Will you be by my side
awaken to love
in the mornin  light
love is a feeling deep in your soul
That doesn’t go away with time
that shakes you alive
aching for more.

 

 

 

Lady Beware
in the darkness of midnight
for you are fragile with fright
I like the night
for you can see what hurts you in the daylight
whereas the night
carries
the mysteries
of the world
holding a separate realm
all is its own
Lady beware the darkness of night
for you are fragile with fright
the darkness of night before you
behind
mysteries collide your eyes
danger is always near

Let light in

In through the darkness

In through the house.

These moments

When

I cannot see

The outside

When all I can do is hiding

These moments plague me

Like an unfulfilled

Ritual

*Race against time
without reason or rhyme
I’ve always felt this urgency
it slowed down just in time for me to
have my babies
I am always so busy
I get reminded that I need to
slow down
small moments
a hug or a smile
the warmth that emanates
between the bodies of
myself and my children
the chi that embodies
our interconnections
in those early morning hours
we cuddle to wake up
giving me just enough
oneness to keep our cords connected
knowing that we were once
just inside one body

*Whispers

Still,

An unmovable object

Conquering time worlds apart

Words,

      Heard,

                  As they drift

                          Through the

                                           Air like clouds

If thunder was

A voice

Have you listened?

Have you heard the sound of falling rain?

As it whispers

Our Name

*Hues

Believe in justice.

Not in the systematic

Approach to life.

To give is to receive more…

Care not of closed thought

Blinded by

                    Society’s views

Hues of colour

Everywhere we wander

Holding what we wonder

Holding every thought that was carried

In the minds of memories

Believe in green

Always stay gold…

Money makes the world grow cold

Seas of sanction

Guilt reigns

Mirrored pains
Washing my face
From societies
Beliefs
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Realms of compassion
Have no say
In a world of decay
Left after dis-ease
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Can anyone win
Temptations and urges of discipline?
Morals of precaution
In a day of race and age
Not to whom
Respect is deserved
State of minds
In realms of deceptions
Distinctive essays
Professor’s red
Blood of lonely
Heart of blue
Ocean waves of prosperity
Enhance society
With morals of simplicity

 

 

 

Time solutions

Evil ution

Time consumptions

Simple notions

Easy medication

Rippling education

Mixed notions

False presumption

Mal adjustments

In capital gain

Bring pain

Criteria leaves average

Folk on their on their knees

Paperwork that kills trees

Brings forest disperse

In shuffling, processing

And time telling

Positions that have no aim

Bring the power

Back to the hands

That serves and not destroys.

Women’s studies, Amherst 2010

!dready mamma
your hair silver dreaded
flowing down your back
like a prized Nubian queen
@
in America, in a small
vortex town where even
the seagulls find their way
and hang
Hours away from the shore.
#40
If my dreads continue growing
To my knees, with silver
flowing down my back
fading to flaxen
Will lines crease my face?
Under their weight
Looking at me with wrongful reality
because I am not one with in republican

Birthday

$ I am 35
my Birthday today with a few lines
caressing my eyes furrowing my brow

%
my body with raging cortisol
The days of the mother
are full of checks+balances
that don’t include time
for care.

^
The lace under my black velvet
skirt doesn’t show much.

&
My black knee high boost
in disguises my Goth
The autumn sun exaggerates
reds, greens and gold’s
last dying days of life
as cold chlorophyll reaches the elements

Nature’ is in guise

-a gesture of reality.

A quiet moment among flowers

Only surpassed – by the rustling

Of the canopies leaves

A treasure tropism guided by Magik

Automatic reflex- igniting mystery

A proboscis unraveled into nectar,

Because of the   toes tasting…

In the pachysandra

Tickling wet from dew

Escaping aroma

Sentence

Interrupts my sentiments

‘Nature’

In her purest voice simplicity-spoken words

Through her humble movements- oceans and rivers

Waterfalls and tides

A voice that begins in a whisperer

Crickets-birds- rodents

Growing louder in an enthusiastic roar

Lions-tigers and bears

‘Nature’

Is the most unreasonable in

Her earth quaking soul shaking way

Unforgivable tornado plow driven ways

Leveling and over taking

She continues to grow over our decay

Making right of all our wrongs

The brain

Illuminates the seventh chakra. Indigo in pure light

Spirituality in serenity

The brain

Workings of each individual man, woman and child

The brain

A rhythm for the syntax

Firing and connecting in the psyche

The brain is infinite in possibilities_

Infinite in realms

+worlds- living in unison between dreams+ realities

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yeast connection to illness

ispring 2013 084n my search of forever trying to loose this baby fat that has plagued my 36 year old body I have discovered that there is a yeast connection to overweight and illness. Unexplained pains, bloating, yeast infections, bacterium infections, joint pain, candida related issues, intolerance to food and chemicals, bloating, weight gain, anxiety behaviors that can be changed by diet and supplements. I had heard from a friend of mine about four months ago that she was trying this diet that was given to her from the Northampton holistic wellness center in Mass. She had shrunk like three dress sizes in just a month. I was willing to give it a try.

I got this huge list of foods that you can and can’t eat. The list was big. I was also told that I should get I bottle of niastatin. Ok. As with every other diet I have tried within a few days I stopped doing what I was doing because the list was long and excruciating. Mean while I still packed on the pounds. I had gotten up to 170 on my 5 feet three and half ( big half) inches.

I was 99 pounds when I first got pregnant for my first son. I had gained a total of 81 pounds by the time I gave birth. Lost forty and put it on again with the next two pregnancies. Within the next 11 years my weight only steadily went up. I had exercised and tried to make a real big effort to just eat good organic healthy foods. My son became wheat free a few years ago and so we became mostly wheat free as well. There is a big connection of wheat and digestive issues as I wrote about in another of my blogs. Most Americans have a wheat intolerance which can cause all kinds of issue’s. When you do not digest your foods well then you are not absorbing the nutrients from the foods that you are eating. Also other things in your body start to go wrong and when bacteria and virus are introduced to the environment that is your body a dis-ease start to occur. Ranging anywhere from chroans, allergies,excema, and cancers. These things can occur individually or just keep multiplying in unison depending on the host of the environment and what the intake of the pathogens are that are introduced.

So I was shopping at the salvation army looking at the books and the only one laying out of order was the “yeast connection” by Dr. Crook. First of all this guy is an easy reader, he makes the connection an easy reader. The where, why and how to make the yeast diet doable. So I tried it. I have been going for a month except of course for the 24 hours of thanksgiving which was a huge set back. Essentially you are trying to starve all of the candida that are causing illness and digestive issues. Having candida related problems can and will cause all kinds of issues such as intolerance and allergies. (This is why there is a huge issue with wheat and other problems. Swelling and other abdominal digestive problems can make maintaining a decent wait impossible. So I went to the doctor to let them know what I was doing and ask for the niastatin which the doctor has to supply. She kind of looked at me like I had two heads. She gave me a four day prescription. Though the book had many case studies that had people taking it for months on end until the candida related issues were dissolved.

The right combination of supplements can support and maintains a healthy balance of naturally occurring microorganisms throughout your system. It can also help strengthen your immune system and maintain general good health. To address yeast-related health conditions, make sure your supplements are yeast-free, sugar-free, and color-free.http://www.yeastconnection.com/fighting_supplements.html

Having a good holistic balance when it comes to the diet intake, vitamins and supplements, probiotics and enzymes. These components must all be used together in unison to win the war on candida.The diet is necessary to starve the yeast. Candida yeast thrive on sugars and carbohydrates, yeasts and fermented and molded foods. What you need to cut out are the foods that incorporate the elements of the offenders. Drinking a lot of soups helps this along. Cutting caffeine and teas down to one cup a day the more caffeine that you take in the faster the yeast are primed and accelerated to grow and reproduce. The niastatin prescription will kill the yeast and the probiotics

for the love of art and poetry

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*Soiled doves
I am
Encompassed
Infatuation
To innocent to turn
A tide
Not so, to splash
My mind
History plays on
Future so clean
A purifying mists
Of change
Sacred notion
Pivotal motion
In areas of realm
Amid sweet chocolate
I add spice
To taste
For vitality
I come alive
In love
One single morsel
Melted.
through realms of
transgression

*Seas of sanction
Guilt reigns
Mirrored pains
Washing my face
From societies
Beliefs
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Realms of compassion
Have no say
In a world of decay
Left after dis-ease
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Can anyone win
Temptations and urges of discipline?
Morals of precaution
In a day of race and age
Not to whom
Respect is deserved
State of minds
In realms of deceptions
Distinctive essays
Professor’s red
Blood of lonely
Heart of blue
Ocean waves of prosperity
Enhance society
With morals of simplicity
*Interpretations
Convoluted situations
across the nations
another risk
in reasons
drastic revelations
in dreams
Reasons
Energetic prophecy
Hypothetical evaluations
onto cross contamination’s
Makes sense to me
To rain on litigation’s
Mild interpretations of this place,
time
And space we occupy

*Time solutions
Evil ution
Time consumptions
Simple notions
Easy medication
Rippling education
Mixed notions
False presumption
Mal adjustments
In capital gain
Bring pain
Criteria leaves average
Folk on their on their knees
Paperwork that kills trees
Brings forest disperse
In shuffling, processing
And time telling
Positions that have no aim
Bring the power
Back to the hands
That serves and not destroys.
Women’s studies, Amherst 2010

*seasonal economics
The sound of night
echoes beyond stillness
I haphazardly fill out applications
in the recession
my economic depression
seizing up on me again

Sounds of    the tomatoes
saucing their juices
making meals for months to come

Vibrating sounds of the crickets legs
gives me solace that
summer has not been
forgotten, yet

As the first days of
fall blow the
Hurricane in
The nights crisp air
is a  reminder
Change is in the air

Winters approach
lies between the months
ice hides under the snow
In my house the search for
something substantial continues
inside my house is warm and  the winter
ravishes the world outside
storm after storm

Spring comes to slowly
the awakening   of the earth
The sound of the birds  perched
careless to the instability of
our lives
mud rivers flow courageously
as the coldness of our endurance
is warmed by the sun once more

The summer brings a abundance
Once again the earths vitality is
alive.  We are awake with energy
moving forward through this recession
forgetting  the economy

Soul Love
Things that were meant to be,
Or not meant to happen.
Things said
but never heard,
all good words.
Love forever,
that never existed.
A religion,                a faith
Of believing in yourself
Your power,
independence…
Overcoming obstacles
Patterns of life
Celestial circles
Just listen
To new
Perceptions shared
Insights gained

Ransom took my heart
left me disassociated from love
I have never come close
to feeling so much again
instead of diving in
and saturating my soul
I touch my toe to the waters
watching the circles
that bound out
in ripples from my touch.

Run away
I sat by the sea
And listened for my heart to beat
The ocean roaring, waiting to take me
I look to the sky and a light shone on my face
Nourish in the divine….United again
The world tuning below my feet
A power greater than the difference
Between you and I
The moon in the midnight sky
Moves the ocean waves
Quiet desperation
Laced with inspiration
A time of introspection
In a time of monetary deception
I revel in
Anticipation at the known
Existence of angels
Saving my soul
From the depths of all my obstacles

Domestic toxicity
In revengeful capacity
In moments to spare
Of righteous air
in timeless preoccupations
a realization to not dwell
of justice in monogamous
Revolution in sophistication
………….

a pious mount in liberation
in cases of madness
a nation of broad casted fear
civil liberties don’t prepare you for
Everyday responsibilities
And monogamy
In the midst of
A desensitized sexual
Revolution

Time solutions
Evil ution
Time consumptions
Simple notions
Easy medication
Rippling education
Mixed notions
False presumption
Mal adjustments
In capital gain
Bring pain
Criteria leaves average
Folk on their on their knees
Paperwork that kills trees
Brings forest disperse
In shuffling, processing
And time telling
Positions that have no aim
Bring the power
Back to the hands
That serves and not destroys.
Women’s studies, Amherst 2010

Its only through
The heart of a woman
That I can see
My age race
And time settles
Me in places
Stillness doesn’t
Quite settle
Or endure
Through sentiment
Nor can I live
Though inside
I’ve been awakened
I cease to destroy
The independence
I gathered
In the awakening
In these moments
I lay justified
In my guilt
Crowningshield
2010

Feed my soul.
Nourish my mind
Touch my self
To make love grow
Being kind to yourself
To find your life’s mission
Inside outside buzzing time
Feed my soul

*A Dreams Journey

When a dream concurs your heart,
A journey is long lived alone.
Eclipsing my moon,
tryin so hard to find my home.
Looking for dawn
Scrounging new strength
Learning and loving
This experience.
When a dreams all you have
Diggin deep for change
Hiding fear
Livin on
Desires deceit
The stars are all you need
When innocence captures your eyes.
Someones always preying on fresh meat
Talking a straight living
Keeping a dreaming mind
Stayin high without falling down

Keepsakes Memorial

Hold on to value
What’s it all about
Today’ s a day
when life has gone astray
when aura’s weaken
and problems prevail
Tomorrow seems hopeless
Sorrow is the only
Truth
Lies tangled
Life is so deranged
When coming of age
Is innocence rage
Passing of time
Plays games with mind
Insanity sets
Creativity is the only
Possession of value
Keepsakes memorial
March 26, 1997

Choices
There are choices to make in life
One could turn your whole world around

I feel like I am walking on glass
Just one wrong step
My blood will stain the world red
I’m always on the edge
Time changes everything
So I’ve only got fate to map my way time
Experiencing life, for it may be short lived
Any day, any time
It could all end
Just a soul let loose
Feeling so lost
Trapped by life going day to day
My choices made in time
Losing control
Time on me
Plays games
Teaches morality
Each passing day
I believe in each of the mysteries
that pass before me
From the warmth of my belly
I hear my heart roar
Motivation in the heat of desire
A new passion renders my soul
Secrets held in pieces of me
As an untouchable
Count my ways to play
on my mental plain

Mist Essentials
As the mist falls,
formation is my imagination
Raining hardly on my mental plain-
Dire needs of direction for my travel zone.

scarce mine resources
but lyrical  formation
zodiac times tarot
equals delirium
notions are poetry’s motions
rhythms holding down reality’s identity
I have only desires to   grasp

dreams are mine when I hold nothing inside my hear
love is my mist essentials

Her
Mindless chatter
From a self proclaimed
Palladian singer
Capturing undivided
Attention of those around
With no realness in her narcissist being
The tornado continues
As alls fair in love
Is destroyed
Trust and reality
for a dream that doesn’t exist.

Interpretations
Convoluted situations
across the nations
another risk
in reasons
drastic revelations
in dreams
Reasons
Energetic prophecy
Hypothetical evaluations
onto cross contamination’s
Makes sense to me
To rain on litigation’s
Mild interpretations of this place,
time
And space we occupy

Ocean
The sound of the ocean waves
Is nature’s purest voice                 speaking
If I  could never walk by the oceans side
My last breath has already been taken
When the sand filters between your toes,
And the sea crashes against your legs
You become one              with the rest of the world
Part of its being
As you immerse yourself
Naked between the universes on a hot summer day
Swimming with the animals that live in the sea
Teach yourself to be free, take your land and play            Hawaii 1995

The brain
Illuminates the seventh chakra. Indigo in pure light
spirituality in serenity
The brain
workings of each individual man, woman and child
The brain
a rhythm for the syntax
firing and connecting in the psyche
the brain is infinite in possibilities_
infinite in realms
+worlds- living in unison between dreams+ realities

Unjustified reasons
prolapse
my memory
a uterus
extinguishes
eternal flame
a womb thriving
in unison

breathing
into action

irresistible
to be determined
in mention
a child whose miserably clean
is happily dirty

Kaki King at iron Horse in Noho 2011

Kaki King with Joe Robinson at the Iron Horse April 2, 2011
The first time I saw this lady was at Bannaroo a huge music and arts festival in Tennessee in the summer of 2009. Our neighbors enlightened me about this chick and highly suggested her for an amazing show.
‘ She writes openly about her lesbian loves. You just can’t find someone who sings about relationships with such conviction topped with talent. She was the inspiration for the sound of August Rush, she made the music for the movie!’ How could I say no?
She blew my mind. I have never seen someone with such acoustic style. Simply she sat on a stool it was at least a hundred degree’s on the sound stage. Wearing just a bathing suit top and cut offs, just a girl with her guitar and her sexy tomboyish style that completely entranced me. Her eyes outlined in a dark angel presence gave way to her divine intervention as she went to work over her guitar that she held flat on her lap. She was singing with a haunting and slightly raspy tone to her voice. Her song was interesting and unique. Her fingers danced on the keyboard, picking and slapping. She engaged her foot and sounded like a full band behind her. The tones and notes that flowed from all her phalanges rocked as far as the sound vibrations would carry.
In her short career of ten years she has found an irreplaceable niche in music today. Having put out 10 records and 2 lps the progression of her music continues at an alarming rate. She has found her self making music for scores in television and film. Receiving a nomination for her collaboration with the film ‘Into the wild’. Her work in August Rush was also nominated.
To watch her play you hear her soul. She is a prodigy that is altering the way we view music, the way we hear it and the way we play it.
She is on the short list for ‘Guitar gods’ by rolling stones magazine. She is going to be playing here at the iron horse on April 2, 2011 with Joe Robinson. Their pop-up review says her music with tortoise’s John Mcentire is a ‘cerebral sound scape’. I will be there in the middle of it.

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