we already are

"It is what it is"

I have been keeping a running journal, farm news, poetry and pictorial life essay going for three years.  There were times I'd just as soon every one would quit looking at me, through me or even to me and then there were times when I found through the keyboard- a clarity that I would have never stopped to reflect upon had I not tapped it out.
Two hundred and seventy four times I have come on here and laid bare a story.  Does it matter to the universe that I do this, write a blog?
  Yes, in a way I think it does.  There have been times when my heart went out to you, when it reached out in order that someone might say- "there there now..."  When it beat excitedly with news about leaves or sprouts, sunrises- moons, mice and men, children and dogs...   Sometimes my heart was breaking, could you hear that too?  True calling is nothing but a toll, a ringing...it has made a difference to me in that as I was changing, growing- hell, going to seed!  I chimed in...that's all.  This blog is the clear sound of my own music, the thing I was made to play.  I'm a little off key at times, a little flat, sometimes shrill- still it is my song you are hearing, the chord I was meant to strike as only I could.
See...I think that we all have a note to play, a chord that can be struck or strummed by no one else but us.  When we become that instrument, it is only then that we can truly sense the true rhythm of this world, of each other, of every thing.
But what do I know really?  I'm just a hayseed, and truly- I'm quite happy simply being a part of it all.  I'm glad I have my place here, though I would definitely share it if someone had the need to join the chorus...when you get right down to it, we all do have that need.   To be a part of it.   Thing is- we already are.  But we all too often silence our own joy, our own belonging when we silence our stories, our songs, our parts...

Just my two cents, thanks for listening.

Take care-


(Two hundred and seventy four dollars will be distributed to my son, his father and a local charity in honor of the anniversary of True Calling.)

into an eternal Spring

WITH THAT MOON LANGUAGE




Admit something:



Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”



Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.



Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.



Why not become the one who lives with a
full moon in each eye that is
always saying,

with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in
this world is
dying to
hear?
By: Sri Chinmoy

Good morning. I just had to bring that verse to your attention. How beautiful! "Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye..."
Why not?! I came across Sri Chinmoy's writings only recently, how they have moved me from February, from winter- into an eternal Spring. I stumbled upon Poet Seers and became immediately, immensely immersed. Stumble Upon is a new search engine(perhaps it's not so new...but it is new to me.) I recommend it. The websites are an alternative to the landscaped sites elsewhere...just my opinion. Folks travel around the web, and share to their liking more than quirky stuff. Satire, humor, counter culture- it's interesting to the point of all engulfing one's time. I stumbled in by looking up Dignity Village- a homeless community outside Portland, Oregon. That is another story all together- but such stories make up for the emptiness sometimes of the web. As you travel through their pages, you can thumbs up or thumbs down, sometimes navigating through sites that have not been recommended yet, you then are asked for a review. Others with interests similar to your own can then see where you've been, why you went- why on earth you'd encourage others to participate. Pretty cool for a hayseed like me, a hippy kind of tech chick. Yep. I sure say yep alot, how improper English is that?! I could never be a writer, a love child of critics...they'd pick me apart! And that's ok, I certainly do not write for anyone in particular, just grazing through my own experiences and trying to be relative to some. Ahhhh- the connections. That "sweet moon language"...again, isn't that a beautiful thought? Hopeful romantic signing off here- hope the wind blows some bliss your way today. Take care-