Saturday, December 31, 2011

Day 331.

Writing a lot, but none of it is blog ready. Happy 2012. Hopefully the Mayans were right, and at this time next year, I'll be seeing you on the other side of a happier and more loving existence for us all.

Friday, December 30, 2011

Day 330.

Oh my goodness, really? Almost a year and the best I've got for you the day after my birthday is a shot of me in unicorn sweatshirt from Hot Topic and a questionably placed hand a la high school senior portraits.

Day 329.

I couldn't get online yesterday. Here's the pic! Happy birthday to me, with a special appearance by Isadora. So. Much. Love.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Day 325.

Organic soymilk, organic cocoa, organic honey, real Nicaraguan vanilla, Maker's Mark, organic Strauss whipped cream sweetened with maple syrup leftover from yesterday's french toast, topped with blueberries, in my white mug with blue stars that I bought from Ikea for 99 cents on a whim. And Edward Scissorhands. Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Day 324.

Happy Absolutely Nothing of Relevance to My Life is Happening Today Day.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Day 323.

Was expecting not to, today, but wow. I feel totally fine.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Day 322.

Fear has stopped me before. I'm kind of done with that.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Day 320.

As soon as things start feeling better, something has to come up to challenge me and try my last frayed nerve. Urgh. I am working through it, though. I am trying to forgive myself for my imperfections and forgive others for theirs. Blargh. Now I will go run around the block with my arms flailing everywhere.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Day 317.

they have an army.

i have an army, too
of poets
of lovers
of humans
care and compassion emanate from their pores,
wisdom shines through their eyes.
they craft brilliant sounds
write poems.
they sit in introspection,
we struggle
for these things we call jobs
that were meant, originally
to make it so that we were all taken care of.
we now compromise our sacred bodies
to pay rent
        (money, paper, numbers on a screen)
monthly, as though it were holy, like the moon
to someone who purchased a structure
most likely built by bodies like ours
a structure that needs repair
and sits on land
that most likely is stolen
that most likely is not rightfully theirs.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Day 315.

I look older than ever before. And I am older than ever before. And I love it. The looking and the being.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Day 314.

Forgiveness Meditation

(it can't be said enough)

For any way that I have caused harm to myself,
Knowingly or unknowingly,
In thought, word or deed,
May I forgive myself
And if I cannot do so in this moment,
May I be able to forgive myself in the future

Day 313.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Day 312.

solitude is not conducive
to the cessation of craving
for connectiontouchliberationlove

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Day 311.

Thinking of intricately woven webs of relationships. Humans are all related.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Day 310.

On the phone with my sister, talking about Birthday Art Share. Yay.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Day 309.

You are a precious vehicle
A vessel
What are you transporting?
What are you allowing to move through you?
What are you making come alive?

We know: Everything about you is perfect as is
Who you ARE is perfect
What you do and what people see of you
That is about what you allow to happen,
What your existence and your choice facilitate, catalyze.
What are you choosing?
How are you creating the image of yourself?
Are you loving? Are you kind? Are you honest?
Do you intentionally cause harm?
When you unintentionally cause harm, do you take responsibility for it?
Do you imagine the impact your actions will have on others?
Do you blame? Shame? Guilt?
Others or yourself?
Do you assume? Do you ask? Do you accept people as they are, and love them?
Are you kind? To others and to yourself?
Because you have the capacity to be all of these things.
Are you using your power, your gift of life, of having a body, of being here now
For good?

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Day 306.

Do I look like I've been crying? I have been. Yes. Again. I really really really really need to focus hard on people who love me. Myself included. Yes yes yes.

Last minute intervention, though . . . going to a workshop on how to be happy. With a friend. Who I love. And who I know loves me. This will be way better than sitting at home alone feeling sorry for myself. Must. Pull. Self. Up.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Day 305.

love is a wild onion
revealing its dusty head through earth
its emergence tantalizes you
demands consumption
it leaves its stink on you
in you
(emanating from your gut)