Fading fog shrouds the seal,
Now overflowing with death.
Now deposited by high tide on the beach.
Edges, once a head & tail & flippers,
already eaten away in the sea.
One white gull at a time meanders,
through the gathering cloud of bugs
as though trying to hide its desire,
to pick at the edges of exposed flesh,
to digest it back to life that can fly.
Take.
Eat.
This is my body given for you.
--Terra Rafael
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Work
Work
I am excited to go to work! After so long without a job that would give me something of a consistent income, I am loving to work at a company that fills all my requests.
I had envisioned and asked to work in an area that is meaningful to me and that serves the greater good. I needed it to be part time and flexible, as I have so many creative and entrepreneurial projects that consume much of my time and energy. I wanted something that I could do well and where my talents would be utilized. Not being one with great computer skills, I was never cut out for an office job. I needed to make enough money to support myself at a basic level, as I had dug myself into a deep financial hole. That was partly due to the fact that I had earned quite a bit more in the past than what people are willing to pay these days. I was stuck in what I thought I should be paid for my time and my abilities. Oh well, it was not possible to continue on that way with those assumptions.
A dear friend and former midwifery partner called me to let me know that Wishgarden Herbs was looking for people on a weekly basis to fulfill orders for a big push that they were experiencing. She had been one of the founders of that company, back in the day. Barbara Wishingrad had started it as a complementary business to a beginning midwifery practice twenty-five years ago. It stayed within our midwifery community as Arlee took it over and then our sister writer on this blog, Terra, became the owner. She sold it to Catherine, who took it from a small backroom endeavor to a thriving national operation. It is growing exponentially.
Anyway, I am working there now, at least for a couple of months, and it is great fun. The people are wonderful and the atmosphere relaxed and playful. My work is to label and shrink-wrap bottles. It is very exacting work, as they have to be of the highest quality to appear on the shelves of the stores. But the hours slide by to the rhythms of African, Reggae, Funk, and Soul. Even the silence is sweet.
It is fun to a part of something that I have seen evolve from those early days of the eighties. Although, my part in this company is minor, I am sure that I can and will be called on to contribute more. We are bringing in some high-powered equipment that will change the structure of the workload and that will change the way things look and are done. The days are long, but filled with camaraderie. The pay is small, but better than nothing. I am happy to do something repetitive and not have to create the Universe every day. It is a welcome respite.
Prema Rose
I am excited to go to work! After so long without a job that would give me something of a consistent income, I am loving to work at a company that fills all my requests.
I had envisioned and asked to work in an area that is meaningful to me and that serves the greater good. I needed it to be part time and flexible, as I have so many creative and entrepreneurial projects that consume much of my time and energy. I wanted something that I could do well and where my talents would be utilized. Not being one with great computer skills, I was never cut out for an office job. I needed to make enough money to support myself at a basic level, as I had dug myself into a deep financial hole. That was partly due to the fact that I had earned quite a bit more in the past than what people are willing to pay these days. I was stuck in what I thought I should be paid for my time and my abilities. Oh well, it was not possible to continue on that way with those assumptions.
A dear friend and former midwifery partner called me to let me know that Wishgarden Herbs was looking for people on a weekly basis to fulfill orders for a big push that they were experiencing. She had been one of the founders of that company, back in the day. Barbara Wishingrad had started it as a complementary business to a beginning midwifery practice twenty-five years ago. It stayed within our midwifery community as Arlee took it over and then our sister writer on this blog, Terra, became the owner. She sold it to Catherine, who took it from a small backroom endeavor to a thriving national operation. It is growing exponentially.
Anyway, I am working there now, at least for a couple of months, and it is great fun. The people are wonderful and the atmosphere relaxed and playful. My work is to label and shrink-wrap bottles. It is very exacting work, as they have to be of the highest quality to appear on the shelves of the stores. But the hours slide by to the rhythms of African, Reggae, Funk, and Soul. Even the silence is sweet.
It is fun to a part of something that I have seen evolve from those early days of the eighties. Although, my part in this company is minor, I am sure that I can and will be called on to contribute more. We are bringing in some high-powered equipment that will change the structure of the workload and that will change the way things look and are done. The days are long, but filled with camaraderie. The pay is small, but better than nothing. I am happy to do something repetitive and not have to create the Universe every day. It is a welcome respite.
Prema Rose
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Poetry
For the first time ever
perhaps
I’m learning what it means
to be true to one’s own heart…
and how infinitely graceful it is
to give that space to another.
Jyoti
perhaps
I’m learning what it means
to be true to one’s own heart…
and how infinitely graceful it is
to give that space to another.
Jyoti
Friday, November 6, 2009
In the Secret Hall of Dreams
In the secret hall of dreams
I see my mother’s hand
Floating on a breeze
Gliding over sunflowers
On the mountain where she lives
And wild grasses on the alpine
Bend and bow
As she moves by.
Her hand is thin and wrinkled,
Knotted, misshapen with age
Yet she holds her brush steadfast
Above the canvas
Painting to honor that mountain
The soul of the earth
Her Mother.
Jesse
I see my mother’s hand
Floating on a breeze
Gliding over sunflowers
On the mountain where she lives
And wild grasses on the alpine
Bend and bow
As she moves by.
Her hand is thin and wrinkled,
Knotted, misshapen with age
Yet she holds her brush steadfast
Above the canvas
Painting to honor that mountain
The soul of the earth
Her Mother.
Jesse
Thursday, November 5, 2009
REMEMBER THIS
The air … cold, crisp, fresh, exhilarating.
To the east, the sun, not yet visible,
but already lending brightness to the new day.
Thin low clouds reflect back its orange promise.
To the west, the sky forms a deep blue background.
The mountains jagged, rugged, would be harsh if
not softened by the snow that mellows their identity.
This same snow blushes pink with the caress of the sun.
A quiet knicker brings me back to the task at hand.
I bury my nose in the velvet coat of a large warm body.
The dried green richness of last summer’s fields
combines with the earthy molasses of her favorite sweet feed.
Stepping back out into the early morning air,
surveying my assets, lingering on the western view.
Slightly off center, to my eye, hangs the large full moon
iridescent, glowing, throbbing, urging remembrance.
* annette
To the east, the sun, not yet visible,
but already lending brightness to the new day.
Thin low clouds reflect back its orange promise.
To the west, the sky forms a deep blue background.
The mountains jagged, rugged, would be harsh if
not softened by the snow that mellows their identity.
This same snow blushes pink with the caress of the sun.
A quiet knicker brings me back to the task at hand.
I bury my nose in the velvet coat of a large warm body.
The dried green richness of last summer’s fields
combines with the earthy molasses of her favorite sweet feed.
Stepping back out into the early morning air,
surveying my assets, lingering on the western view.
Slightly off center, to my eye, hangs the large full moon
iridescent, glowing, throbbing, urging remembrance.
* annette
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Learning To Receive
Has this been my lesson in life? It’s a difficult one, letting go of lack of all kinds.
Does this lack come in the form of weight, in the form of fun, love, joy, there are many ways to keep our system less abundant.
Being sick opens everyone’s heart. I have never received so much love in my life.
It hasn’t been easy letting it all in. I know it helps all those around me to assist in whatever way they can. I am reaping the benefits. Its part of my healing, the receiving is the most I’ve been blest with, all my heart is opening, growing, letting of protection.
Patricia
Monday, November 2, 2009
Poem - Asilomar Beach
Her morning fog pheromones
Pull me towards Her waters.
White sand
Descending under my weight,
drawing me closer & deeper.
Her rumbling voice from afar
Becoming clearer,
As I clear the dunes &
See Her vastness
Roiling towards me—
Waters of Life,
Waters of Death,
Washing over me.
--Terra Rafael
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