Song Flower

Roots deep in the rich muck
sing out beauty

Infusing your spirit
to the flowering of your
song of love

One petal
one moment at a time…

Mental Crossroads

Strolling along past scenes
and dreams of consciousness
He arrived at a crossroads
in his mind
“I choose Joy!” he declared
as he took
the right path for himself
Sacred Meadowlark

Sacred Meadowlark

Meadowlark sings

his wispy lighthearted tune
And all the world around him
bends to hear his melody
leans to know his song
The “V” of victory expands
as he breathes in Life’s essence
And the vibrating yellow of sunshine
expresses his Life Song
on the breeze
Trill bird, song bird
thrill bird, love bird
Sacred Meadowlark…

Too Many Possums

Opossum plays dead
at the least little fright

He even smells dead!

Can you imagine
spending your life
pretending not to be
fully alive and present?

Lots of possums ’round here…

Art and Fixing Technology

About twenty-four years ago I was a graphic designer, yet new to the computer world, other than a stint with a character recognition machine at a newspaper that had employed me. The first computer I worked on was given to us. It had two floppies and no hard drive. I got out the hack saw and a little power grinding tool and installed a hard drive in it, and went from there. I owe the hutzpah to my Dad.

One of my Dad’s greatest legacies to all of his children was a sense of fearlessness when it comes to “fixing” things. I remember Dad literally fixing the car with a screw driver and a hammer. Who knows how far he would have gone in the computer world, given a few years leg up on the industry. When he was young (like 15) he wanted a job, so he told the guy at the dump truck company, “Sure, I’ve driven these things for years.” He got the job, and drove off in the dump truck. That was his full training in truck driving, at that point. He taught us that things make logical sense, and you can just rely on that. Anyway, as a result of  his attitude, I’ve always been willing to jump in and take something apart, figure it out, and “fix” it.

After I “fixed” that first computer, it’s been a non-stop stream of projects to “fix” when it comes to the use of my computer and my graphic design work. And if it wasn’t hardware that needed replacement, there’s been some software issues that needed tending. Unending… unending. Like the time last year when one of my clients had her website compromised, hacked, and plumbed chockfull of malware. OUCH!!

I fixed the site by taking the entire thing down, completely replacing the site with original files, changing all the passwords on everything I had access to, and  successfully re-submitted it to Google. Within a couple weeks, it was compromised again. I fixed the site again, and once more it happened. This time, however, my protections on my own computer became compromised. It took down my whole system. There are people who truly specialize in security and cleaning sites. I am NOT one of them. I suggested my client find one of them, as I am an artist, not a qualified code-wrangler.

There was something about the can-do attitude that doesn’t serve me in fulfilling my purpose, that doesn’t support me in being an artist. That has to do with an additional belief that I somehow tacked onto the can-do. That is: if I can-do I should-do. Finally, as I enter my time of being an elder, I have come to realize that if I tried to do everything I could do so thought I should do, I would never have time to even eat or sleep, let alone create art.

This last May, when Adobe CS5 was released, I was among the first to acquire it. (Oh, I am ever grateful for that!) These days I am concentrating my Can-Do on learning all the wonderful aspects of these creative tools, and working to “fix” my techniques of using them. No more shoulding on myself. Rather, I could, can and do what my heart tells me to.

Courageous Serenity

Examples aplenty
in Nature can be found
for serenity and courage
most naturally abound

Bear, for example, is easy
serenely walking the woods
yet with courage faces obstacles

And how ’bout squirrel
with all his chattering
stops to ponder for a moment
shows serenity in action
and courage planting trees
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They’ve planted 4 oaks, 2 figs
2 maples and assorted grapes
in my yard

Cloud Faces

Have you ever noticed the ants and bugs
leading their busy lives,
just below the grass?
Or, the way the clouds adjust
their faces above, ad infinitum…
while playful breezes wiggle
the little hairs on your head?
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It takes time and a bright day
so, perhaps, in this grey wet
It’s time to squish bare toes
in soggy leaves and mud, instead…

Surrender

I surrender my stubborness
In doubt, I take it back
I give up my attachments
In nostalgia, I re-attach
I forgive those trespassers
In resentment, I chew some more
I release the need to control
Fear wells up with rules
I surrender my will over and over
Then in denial or lack, I fall once more
And so the dance goes…
I surrender again

The Pond of Life’s Stillness

Near the meadow
by the pond
there’s a large rock I lay on
When the sun sneaks
through the trees
to warm the rock and my bones
Mosses bright and tinkling spring
turtle warms herself, too
And deer, when I am still,
stops to drink it in
The serenity of this place
graces my quiet moments
even if only a second long