Sunday, February 27, 2011
Smokin Arlo Hoffman
Brooklyn & Jersey
I dug Gizam in Newark.
We birthday partied in Union.
Empty storefronts on main street in Springfield.
Roads worn and pot holed in Brooklyn and Jersey.
The family laughs loud and Rose fried Kale.
I smoked with Arlo and Hickory was my guide.
Knitting is high art and dog poop ends up in plastic bags.
Spring comes as jets fly over and snow melts in the garden.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I had a realization in Ithaca, New York.
Looking at Nuala Hill I saw family.
Nuala dances, Nuala laughs, Nuala is sweet.
It's a different Alaska, but similar.
My realization is I have begun again.
The rest will come.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I spent the day at a museum/mansion on 5th Avenue.
Bonding with the Frick Collection.
Studying great art and listening to the Doyen.
Trying to forget my aching heart.
My intention is to heal soon and move on.
I prayed in front of the Goya's.
Cried in front of Rembrandt.
I wandered Central Park.
Repeating, "Let it go. Let it go. Let it go."
Forgive me. ♥
Friday, February 11, 2011
Denver The Mile High City
I'm in Denver with my daughter Iris, her husband Scott and my Grandson Jackson. The Mile High City is lovely. I feel fortunate to have such a happy daughter. She's working hard to keep it all going here. The city is alive and seems barely touched by the recession. Portland and Astoria, Oregon seem much harder hit. I'm blessed to have two wonderful children who love me and their families.
When my Grandson calls me GrandMa I smile.
Age sits nicely on me.
I watch my daughter guide the flow of her family.
Pride is not the word to describe the joy it brings.
Remembering my girl as an infant brings me to tears.
This journey demands I be my highest self.
Walk tall and be the magical, artist, Crone.
Stand up for all my sisters and let time take it's toll.
Beauty and love burst from my heart.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Road To Denver
Today I fly to Denver.
Oregon was as beautiful as ever.
My friends and family have taken hits.
People are wondering which way to go.
The word in the air is change.
I climbed to the top of the Astoria Column.
The wind moaned and howled as I ran up.
Sensing a presence on my back I flew.
Up the spiral staircase to catch the view.
It was breathtaking to see the beauty.
I prayed and then raced the ghost to the bottom.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The View From Jeanine & Uriah's
The Grill @ The Columbian Cafe
I study the day to day and enjoy
this sleepy town.
The underbelly of the present is
not so pretty.
People are struggling. Lives end
and politics play us.
Fog rests on the river and we walk.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Walking the streets of Astoria, Oregon I'm homesick.
I miss Alaska, but this place is equally as fascinating.
Friends and stories fill the days and bounty reigns.
The lifestyle of our tribe is exalted.
Gracious thanks all round for conjuring up this bliss.
We plan and discuss the magic we're all performing.
Each and every person I meet is a gem.
The rainbow over the Columbia River this morning sealed it.
Let's dig it.