Memorial Day

When you see them, walking on the street, don’t forget to tell them ~ Thank you. Think of the friends they have lost. Of the sadness that still lives in their eyes. So that we might enjoy freedoms to pray, speak openly, and to stand equal to each other. Some have gone because they believed it was right, some have gone because they were drafted, other because they felt that it was the right thing to do.

For what ever reason, we have lost and are still losing Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers and friends to war.

I pray that some day, we will be able to raise above all the fear and hatred, that we will Love and desire Peace more then we Hate War.

To those that have fought, and those that have lost Fathers, Mothers, Sisters, Brothers and Friends; I am sorry for your loss. I say Thank you as well. I pray that I do not squander this Life that is mine. We are all One.

Dancing In Life

Dancing, I am dancing
A prayer, Mama Gaia, Grandmother Moon
I hear you singing,
Grandmother Moon your light shining on my day skin,
Mama Gaia, you allow me to dance and stomp upon your belly
I am a happy child.

Dancing, I am dancing
A prayer
Guide me to release my old fears.
Teach me the way of new growth,
That which doesn’t serve having
Fallen aside.

Dancing, I am dancing
A prayer, Mama Gaia, Grandmother Moon.
I raise my voice in song,
To a heartbeat, a soulbeat
Running deep within the Mystery
May you hear me as I
Sing and Dance,
This Full Moon Stomp!

Dancing, I am dancing
A prayer, Mama Gaia, Grandmother Moon,
Thank you for the Wisdom
I hear you talking
Grateful am I to be this child
Thank you, thank you
Mama Gaia, Grandmother Moon,
I am Dancing with you, in Life, in Love
In all there is to come.

Lilac Drunk

A gift, two sweet bunches
I placed them in our bedroom.
Laying in bed, I felt intoxicated
The room inside so full of a warm spring day.

White lilacs in a crystal glass – light up the darkness
I had just talked with you,
When I felt my body shiver and stiffen sweetly
As you climbed into bed.

I found that sleep would not come,
I lay there watching you sleep,
The tears falling for all that we have
All that is not there.

And you, could you smell them
Clear across town?
Did you sleep, or were you
Watching me sleep, in your dreams?

The tears fall like rain,
I wonder what might be growing
All these years we have between us.
Perhaps my love it was a moment
Shared by the White lilacs sitting by our bed.

Intoxicating, intoxicated, I lay drunk
On the scent of Love,
Lived, held so fragile in a Breathe of lilacs.




I am grateful to Micaela for the gift of the lilacs.

Transition - Change

Transition – Change
They happen without our planning sometimes, without our knowing what to do, or how to handle the situation. What I do know is that even when it happens without my prior planning, something good does indeed happen. I know it doesn’t always feel that way in the beginning, the passing of a friend, a deep dis-agreement in a friendship. Yet, all of these things have brought about growth, and a learning on my part.
Today I am wondering why it is that we fight it so much, what is it that perhaps we or at the very least I think/feel I am losing? Might we instead sink into what we have to gain or gift instead? How might that look?
Wishing all well on this shaky ground of transition, may we find our way toward a better Us.







from Ann L's garden - if you look close you'll see the plant in all it's changes