Monday, June 20, 2016

I'm back ...

well, my body is.
A part of my heart is always left back on the prairie.

While my thoughts percolate a bit more
and the words either simmer down 
or bubble up,
I'll give you more glimpses of where I've been 
for the past week,
for the past 20 + years.


 There's mystery there ...
and ancient silent beauty
 that seems to go on forever.

 It calls to some of us 
to go exploring -
both inside and out -
and that's hard to come back from.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Quick scenes from South Dakota

From sunrise to capturing lightening at night ...
having a wonderful time!

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Is it time yet?

 Let me know when it does.
Seems like it's taking for ever!

Words escape me
for everything that bothers me
on any particular day! 

Yet, some cartoons sum it up.
But I refuse to give the irritants 
anymore real estate in my head
I'm focusing on enjoying 
all summer has to offer -

 'cause you can never have too many 
tie dyed socks
or origami peace cranes.

There were also glimpses of life in Northern CA
 which inspired the scheduling of another visit there
while supporting artists here 
at another art fair...

 with the purchase of images from a photographer in South Dakota
 that spoke directly to my heart.
 and a painting that reminds me of countless road trips.
Sorry about the glare.
It will look better on my wall, I promise!

Speaking of road trips,
I hope to get it hung - 
as soon as I get home from Mission trip;
it's back to Rosebud later this week,
 and I can't wait.
Maybe I'll have a different perspective when I get back...
at least, I'll have different pictures.
Take care 'til then!

If you're interested, you can follow along
here for the week -
or wait for me to come back!

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Long weekend of R&R

I can't remember the last time I had a long weekend 
of doing nothing ...

Well, OK,
there was gardening,
daydreaming about baby things,
and wandering about an Alternative Art Fair.

There might have been a purchase 
for the 'dress up box'
and for myself.
There definitely were meals shared with friends, 
 and more reminders.
And right in the middle of it all
was an introduction to a new (for me) writer,
Brian Doyle,
and the perfect prayer
that gave voice to where I am.

Desperate Prayer for Patience with Politicians with Excellent Suits and Shoes and Meticulous Hair and Gobs of Television Makeup Who Have Utterly Forgotten That Their Jobs Are Finally About Feeding and Clothing and Protecting and Schooling Children. 

They are driving me stark muttering bubbling insane. They are nattering and preening. They are dissembling and speechifying. They are evading the questions and mouthing empty slogans. They are attacking straw men of their own devising and calculating market share. Their words are wind and dust and meanwhile children starve and are raped and have no beds and teachers and doctors. They say they will do things and they do not do those things. They appeal to the worst in us so as to be able to make money. They send children to war though they have never been to war and do not know the savagery of what they are sending children to do. They abuse their power and sneer at the poor and condescend to the elderly and lie about their motivations and their biographies. They would happily soil every lake and river and pond and creek and rivulet with every imaginable searing death-dealing chemical there is if there was money in it for them. They would foul every square meter of air with choking smoke and ash if there was enough money in it for them. They do not care about our children and our children's children. They pose for photo opportunities on the way to church but they do not feed the hungry and clothe the naked and house the homeless and slake the thirst of those who are desperate. Dear sweet Lord, give me the patience to be reasonable and call them calmly to account. Give them the startle of guilt and the ripple of shame. Make sore their consciences and shiver their arrogance so that they may puncture it themselves and so begin to achieve humility and be of actual honest genuine service to the least among us. 
This we pray trying not to snarl overmuch.
And so, amen.

This author discovery,
and the delight of it,
led to hours of reading

and then a nap.
It was lovely.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Keeping it simple

There was early morning stillness
and birdsong;
the leaves stirring 
ever so slightly
in a passing breeze.
It never gets less poignant.
It never makes more sense;
how frequently
how easily
how carelessly
we send our children off to fight 
and die.
I needed to remember the enormity of the freedoms we have in this country;
that even the privilege of being disgusted by politicians 
with puffed up hair and egos to match
is the direct result of the sacrifice others have made;
made so we can live under a system of government 
where differences of opinions can exist
and are expressed...
and expressed...
and expressed.
 Of course there's a shadow side.
there always is.

No country,
no system of government,
no way of life
is perfect.
 We're born.

We 'become'
conservative, liberal,
Democrat, Republican,
Christian, Atheist ...
and, as much as we're each unique,
 can you tell who was what?
We die.
I'm amazed at how complicated we try to make everything in between.
Memorial Day 2016