Strength of Heart

Tears come...and strength of heart comes too.
From my heart to you.
I cry and yet feel so free.
This tearing up inside doesn't have me,
when once it did.

Remembrances of what seemed like lost love
has blossomed into roses blooming and endless
light filtering into the room and beyond the room...
to the magnificent sky.

-GB

Japanese Story

This is probably one of the most sad, yet loving stories I've ever seen. What beauty this film represented...a love story bridging East and West. Friendship, love created. Let's just say I was a tearful mess at the end. Very sweet handling of subject matter...I would say.

After

After the sordid purple ache fades
which lies mean within the shadow
of my dream, the day grows hot
and the wind blows cool whispers
through the cracks in the forest's
crooked trees.

Two boys chant in stormy mists
above seismic seas and outstretched
valleys. The tiny language of all below
means little above ribbons of blue, red,
and pink...torched across the Spring sky.

The still, rust colored sun
starts to set and shine one
last time on green leaves, and
the buds of new flowers beginning
to form.

I throw back my head, tearing off my
sunglasses and hat to worship
the light still seen from the
disappearing sun.

I now see there's something much
bigger than me. I am free.

-GB

This week

This week...it felt neverending!

I'm glad it's the weekend, but now I have to really take in some things.

In the week, I was busy with work and even though I understood that there were fires raging through this county that I grew up in primarily...I could help the students I work with, and watch the news later in the eve...and it does hurt my heart to see...

Families having to grab all their belongings and go...I know how this feels. It happened to me once upon a time too. And if it happened again, I would do what I needed to do to move through the heartache and pain, but I hope it doesn't...not because I can't handle it...but just because it was something that I can't foresee happening twice. But whatever my life plan is...it'll be revealed and I will face what I'm supposed to experience...the most highest way of being would be...in joy. I spoke with someone this week who had such a great attitude about almost losing this thing we get attached to...called a house or home. And I thought...if I can be like that when challenges strike me...I will be on the top of a mountain meditating and changing the world...one breath at a time. :)

On the eve of my birthday

...I wish for peace, I wish for love, I wish for compassion in my own heart and in every living person's heart across the globe. I wish for forgiveness...from anyone that I've unintentionally hurt. I ask for freedom from my own sadness, fear, anger, hopelessness and helplessness. I ask for the healing of this wide expanse of earth and all who have felt harmed or mistreated...including animals, the trees, the sea.

I have this love affair with birthdays it seems...mostly because I feel that the day you were born was a gift...and all we can do is be a gift every day...as much as possible. This is our plight and this is our joy. We all have something to give and we all deserve so much in return....this recycling...is the way and it makes the world go round.

I heart Cat Stevens

When I was little, there was this singer named, Cat Stevens. Now, his name is Yusuf.
http://www.yusufislam.com/

I'm impressed by all this man has done. When he was living in the world as Cat Stevens, I didn't know much about him...except my family liked his music. And we named a kitten that we had: Cat Stevens. I saw a concert of his on tv a year or so ago and even back then, he was someone reaching toward enlightenment: "I never wanted to be a star".

He had such wisdom in his lyrics. He's the only singer I know who made a shift and has only gotten better...in his wanting to make a difference...some singers get worse: hence the excess of sex, drugs, rock and roll.

Cat Stevens/Yusuf is my hero.

coachella

When I have a daughter, she may be named Coachella...
no, not cinderella or mademoisella...

This gal with not be dainty or be incomplete without a man by her side. They will complete each other but in a truly free, unconditionally loving way...

She will be precious
and everyone will know it.

She will be truthful, considerate, yet not lacking in wit.
She will be unarguably hilarious in some of the steps she takes to finding herself.

Coachella is a concert in the desert, it's not something where u go to get a facial.
Coachella is full of great music...from the heart, not songs that lack feeling.

This girl will know no boundaries in showering her love upon humanity.
She will not be frightened to dive into some adventure...such as hiking, parachuting, running with a young man to the edge of a cliff and jumping into watery depths below...

Coachella will make you laugh and feel your soul again.
She will find ways to make a difference...even when life gets hard.
She will not be sitting much...and even when meditating...scenes and images will swirl around her and help her live her dreams.

Coachella will be my daughter and yours. Her radiant smile, and stylish hair. Her soul searching eyes...are everything I am and still need to become.

Be here now!

Walking...

In angst..? Why...when there's so much to live for today...

So I'm walking by the beach and the wind is churning and it's just a beautiful night! And I'm thinking of all the tasks to complete, things to worry about...

I'm walking and I see two chairs...on the back of one chair, in big letters I read: "Be Here Now". On the other chair, it reads: "Relax".

Ok. I get the message :)

Gypsy Blood...yah, this explains it

"Developing a permanent case of wanderlust? If you all of a sudden get the urge
to drop out of society, sell your belongings, and roam around the world wearing bells on your ankles and banging on tambourines, you've got the travel bugg. No
need to be so extreme or for the exhilaration to end. If you're smart, you'll bring this zeal for living back home with you. Make a pact to seek out adventure and culture locally. Be a tourist in your own town. Go to arts shows, see live music, visit your local planetarium, botanical garden, or national park. Be invested in life and relearn the wonderment of children".

Writing...

I want to write more...I throw this out to the universe...to write because it makes so much sense in sometimes this nonsensical world. I write and writing becomes me. I don't want to just write in a half-hearted way, but with all I have inside.

Truth

I have to tell the truth...

It's horrible.

Because my heart can't lie.

And because I've experienced lies...sorry, that's just not gonna be me.

"The truth will set you free" I've heard.

My heart may have felt like it was shattered into a million pieces and I could have lied and given you back some of your same medicine.

But I can't...and sometimes I wish I could...so it wouldn't feel so raw.

I have to tell the truth...it's true.

Dancing

"Dancing in heaven"..."Gotta dance!"

This is where I feel so free and so me.

I went to a swing dance class tonight...besides a guy who was probably fifty something, the average age group of the guys seemed to be about 16. The girls too were around 16, besides a few of us. In a class like this though...everyone's just learning to swing dance, so there's not this typical age classification/mentality that u see in society. I see this un-ageism too with volunteering. It's a nice feeling to not have only certain age groups talk and socialize together. Even if I seem like an older cousin...sister...gosh..maybe could even be their mother if I had a baby at 19...but I will put myself in cool older sister category cause I'm a cool cat! :)

I work with teens and it made me think of how much...dancing classes would help the kids I work with. I feel they would learn so much about going with the flow per say. And I feel it would really give them much more love for themselves. I think dance really gets to your soul and lifts you up. At some point, I'd even like to teach dance...when I learn lots of dance (salsa, swing, ballroom, etc) myself.

I think partner dance is so great because boys/girls, men/women learn not only how to dance but how to "dance", work with each other.

If everyone took these kinds of dance classes and really understood the lesson of working together that dancing is , there probably would be no domestic violence, rape, and maybe there would be world peace...yep, that would be quite a result of dancing and all the goodness that comes with honoring, listening, intuitively learning from each other. Could there be such compassion, love, thoughtful kindness created through dance? Me think maybe so.

In creative mode...because of Horchata

and i can't sleep from drinking horchata...which is a drink with rice and milk and more sugar than previously thought....from mi fave ristorante: La Sirena! http://photos13.flickr.com/18114245_4c70815df6_m.jpg