Wandering

I have had several people ask me post pictures and stories about my wanderings and meanderings. I have a love hate relationship with Faceborg. I love that I can keep in touch with my friends all across the world but I absolutely detest posting personal information. I admit that I am a bit paranoid about being "Watched" wherever I go.I know that blogging isn't much better for privacy but I feel better that people have to sign up specifically for this blog in order to read it. So if you are reading this then you have seen the link and followed it and are truly interested in what is going on and where I am going. So let me first explain what is in the process of happening. At the end of July, my lease will be up and I am by choice choosing to live a gypsy life for a while. I will be working different events all around to keep myself funded. I am going to be living on the cheap taking my camping stuff wherever I go and making home wherever I end up for a night, a week, a month who knows. To answer the question that I am sure is buzzing around in your head (as it still is in mine)Why? I have found that I have been so caught up in the "you should do this" "You should have this" that I have denied myself the thing that I crave more than anything...experiences. So by freeing myself of any material attachment to house and home I am hoping to discover deeper meanings for everything from relationships, to understanding my needs vs wants, the beauty of this great mother of us all and how to just BE. So I will start posting here again if you want to follow me on my journey. I hope that your personal journeys are just as important to you.

HOwl

The air was crisp and the bawdy full moon adorned her dress brilliantly across the velvet blanket of sky. The light she cast brought a luminescent blue radiating up from the lingering spring snow and awakened the cry so long repressed. The notes rose to my vocal chords like the rising crescendo of a masterful symphony. No longer worrying about eyes that cast their judgement and cruelty I felt the freedom kiss my face leaving warmth where Ol' jack had pressed his icy lips. I threw my head back exposing my throat to pale light and let loose long histories of sorrow and repression. Every cell resonated with the sound that poured out of me and reminded me of primal energies when the Earth was new born enveloped in the Universe's arms!

Divine

Creator…God almighty…Heavenly Father…Great Unknown. All names of the higher power that we wish to align ourselves with. All major religions and spiritual beliefs have some manner of higher power that they pray to in order to get some idea of the life they want. A question posed is what if instead of asking for something and then waiting for divine intervention, that we as humans are endowed with the power to co-create the life we desire. We cannot be without action if we truly want the life we dream of. The Universe is abundant with yes receptors. Everything that we send out in thoughts or prayers is answered with an overwhelming yes. If we think about how we are always hurt, the Universe hears that we want more things to hurt us. When we sit and wonder why we are always victimized by other people low and behold there are more people to victimize us and therefore perpetuate the cycle.

Questions

Since the dawn of mankind, we have eternally stared at the face of the heavens trying to decipher our significance and what the God's have in store for us. We ponder and hope that the fates will not be too cruel and that we as humanity will thrive and not revert back to being animals...though as I sit in quiet observance of this world this topsy turvey backwards world I have to wonder if the regression has already begun. Do we surrender to this rapid decay of our higher selves then plummet into the maelstrom of degradation? Or do we stand as light houses in the raging storm bringing the hope of safe harbor to all who pass our way?

La Luna

Sang to the moon tonight hoping that it would answer my mournful cry and leap from the heavens into my arms...but alas la Luna prefers the perpetual chase across the heavens to my mere mortal call...

Identity?

Human fragility always starving for a scrap of identity. Deep within the struggle,the agony...the ecstasy, Light pierces through the shrouds of the deepest night. The soul, ever reaching skyward in endless possibility...while the body desperately clings to the threads of an unweaving tapestry of false reality

Circus of sorts...

I stood below watching the daredevil pursuit overhead. Enthralled, I watched the two tiny creatures race along in an anti-gravity defiance. Their voices shattering the stillness of the morning as they complete artistically choreographed acrobatic stunts. Suddenly their crazy banter changes as the smaller of the two leaps onto a branch unknowing of the thorny spires reaching skyward awaiting the chance to snag a piece of loose flesh. He cries out frightened and panicking as he is impaled by a four inch thorn underneath his arm. My heart bleeds and curses my helplessness with the situation and watch in horror as the larger of the two comes running down the branch to finish the captured foe. To my surprise and relief the larger of the two releases the other then continues the merry chase. What I had thought to be a violent outburst to destroy a usurper of territory, had in fact been a pure expression of joy for the return of the sun.
Don't make assumptions about outcome...lesson learned.