I woke with resolve in my choices of the past year. I didn't know when I started my journey in December, that I would lose my mother and my children's father along the way. Or that I would buy a home in New Orleans. It was part of the sea change. I honor my family and feel the love as I write this. I study Kali, the Goddess of time and death, also known as 'The Destroyer' and 'Black One'. I relate to her and feel strength and endure with compassion and discipline. I heal all wounds of hurt and carelessness that have troubled me. I love unconditionally, trusting it shall play out in magical, mysterious ways I cannot foresee. "Of his bones are coral made:/Those are pearls that were his eyes:/Nothing of him that doth fade,/But doth suffer a sea change" ~Shakespeare
The sun rises slowly here. A long hint of yellow and then a gradual brilliant white envelopes the steam rising to greet the sleepy aqua sky. People have manners, but not always as the morning unfolds it's stiff wings. Melting temperature creeps up as waves of ocean scent bring peace before the cars fill the air with motor noise. Creamy thoughts satisfy my heart as I sip my tea on the stoop.
Tax The Rich!
"Treaties that have been made are vain attempts to save a little of the fatherland, treaties holy to us by the smoke of the pipe - but nothing is holy to the white man. Little by little, with greed and cruelty unsurpassed by the animal, he has taken all. The loaf is gone and now the white man wants the crumbs." --Luther Standing Bear
September 16th, 2011
Motivation. Yesterday I couldn't see straight, but today I'm back to my powerhouse self. That's how it is. You got to listen to your body, heart and soul. If it ain't happening, don't push it. Today I love without expectations and I'm so much happier. I have let go of a heavy burden. Friday is fabulous. Cheers!
September 11th, 2011
I write this from the desk that my mother gave me. It sat in the front hall of our house in New Jersey for many years. Cherry wood with cubby holes, drawers and a key to a secret hiding place. It's taken a while to get the front three rooms of the house ready to place furniture. Last night was the first night I had a bedroom. I feel so blessed. The house will always be a Shot Gun Shack, but I begin to understand the history and the great aspects of a tiny, old house in a great city. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I know it's going to be good.