Spinning Ruah

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http://www.epilogue.net/art/28908-the-storms-tornado

The hallway between us, tornado alley,

It feels as if there are magnets behind our eyes,

Pulling us towards a cyclone orbit,

If I could count your pennies,

They might add up and cancel out the bass drum heartbeat that leaves me breathless,

But for now, I brush lips against wind,

Breathe in the breeze, trusting that the storm will pass.

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A Year and Some Change Later

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A little over a year ago, a former classmate and friend of mine took her own life.

I have spent a good portion of last year grieving this in a variety of ways. One of the ways was writing a poem:

https://songbirdsparkle.wordpress.com/2017/04/03/day-three-napowrimo-elegy/

Mostly, I want to say that I know that we’re all going through something (if we’re honest most of us always have something to celebrate and something to mourn) but please reach out if you feel like you can’t handle what you’re going through.

May we all know how loved and beloved we are.

(Practicing) Seva

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https://familyheirloomarts.com/about/lisas-art/

 

Drawn and Quartered, You cut the rope,

Now I take cautious steps toward hope,

I hope to be brave, I hope to keep curious,

Puzzle pieces connecting to beauty so endless,

Constellations of events lie behind and ahead of me,

But I will never forget what you said to me,

“Connect, it’s not hard, embrace the O/other and be embraced,

You have the right to ask questions, It’s going to be okay,

You’re not alone, me too,

When everything is fakakta nourish yourself and others with good food.”

 

 

Day 30: NaPoWriMo (Things That Happen Again and Again)

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http://www.sacworldaidsday.org/candle-light-vigil.html

Sun sets, moon rises,

New day, new lives begin,

To seek peace, there must be war,

There will always be rich, there will always be poor,

Those who celebrate and those who mourn,

Those with strength and those meek,

Those righteous hungry and thirsting,

The O/other, the same,

A line, a lie, a name,

The truth is a circle and we sit around the bonfire and sing,

We raise our voices to nothing and it’s everything,

Nothing is everything,

We will be free,

When we can see,

The line between you and me,

Arbitrary,

Blessed are the ignorant,

Blessed be the skeptic,

For theirs is the kin-dom of heaven.

NaPoWriMo Day 8: Repetition

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Last night, I watched an Episode of “Good Girls Revolt” (totally ready for season 2!) in which a woman has decided to leave her husband. He says some incredibly callous things to her, which provoke her to the point of slapping him. His response is to take the tumbler he is drinking from and smash it across her face. As she sits with a gash in her cheek and as he blubbers his repentance I couldn’t help but remembering a woman I once came across in a domestic violence shelter. I was a seminary student and was volunteering with a local domestic violence shelter and a young woman was across from me, black eye, arm in a sling, on crutches and a cast on her leg was telling me about how she ‘deserved’ the beating her husband had given her, which was the cause for her injuries.

Initially I wasn’t sure what to write for today’s poem but then, as it does, it emerged. My poem today will address domestic violence. Sadly, women are still the target of sexism and unequal treatment, in America and abroad. Stateside, we can claim many victories but the fight is far from over. This battered woman came across my path less than 5 years ago. If you are in this kind of a situation, please seek support, so many of us are pulling for you and praying for you, please call:

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The house wasn’t clean, the dinner was burned,

That is when he struck her.

He felt she’d embarrassed him

She was a bit too friendly with his old friends

Before she knew it everything was a blur,

That is when he struck her.

On the field he was their hero,

In the elevator, her own personal zero,

Did she think he was a joker?

That is when he struck her.

He cried, he tried to plead,

She knew it was time to leave,

She was vetiver and myrrh,

That is when he struck her,

That is when he struck her,

That is when he struck her,

For the last time.

Her Spirit

Was I supposed to know that the last time I ever saw her, would be the last time I ever saw her?

Would I have done anything differently? I hugged her, like so many other times, I let go, like so many other times.

How can you hold onto a cloud? 

Does the cloud ever really go away?

Many would say it transforms.

Transforms into what? I have no idea, but while matter can, energy can’t be created or destroyed.

So, where is she? 

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http://www.billboard.com/articles/news/6114101/paul-mccartney-wings-beatles-man-on-the-run-book-excerpt

Poem:

Author: Paul McCartney

Title: Her Spirit

(Written after Paul lost his wife, Linda)

Her spirit moves wind chimes
When the air is still
And fills the room
With fragrance of lily

Her eyes blue green
Still seem
Perfectly happy
With nothing

Her spirit sets
The water pipes a-humming
Fat lektronic forces be with ya sound

Her spirit talks to me
Through animals
Beautiful creatures
Lay with me

Bird that calls my name
Insist that she is here
And nothing
Left to fear

Bright white squirrel
Foot of tree
Faces me
With innocent gaze

Her spirit talks to me

Childfree Reflections

Feeling like a Childfree square peg in a round hole? There have been moments when I have felt similarly.

What I would say to you has best been said by That Vegan Couple (on Youtube) In the following video take everything they’re saying and add Childfree when they say Vegan:

For instance:

“One of the most common (comments they receive is) I really want to go vegan (childfree) but I live in a non vegan (child-centric) household (world)”

“Let’s begin with clarifying that every vegan (childfree person) is surrounded by non-vegans (those who have chosen to have children) this is not special this is not unique, this is not, oh, it just happens to one person…this is all of us

It’s not important what anyone thinks or feels about you as a vegan (childfree person) but how you, yourself feel about you as a vegan (childfree person.) In many cases the way someone treats you as a vegan (childfree person) is very much a reflection of your relationship with them and how they treated you before you went vegan (Childfree.)”

MOST IMPORTANTLY:

Each and every family member (and friends and people you will meet) is (are)going to react differently to your choice to be vegan (childfree) and IT’s NEVER REALLY ABOUT YOU but rather about their own insecurities, fears and moral dilemmas regarding everything that veganism (being childfree) represents.”