A House of Cords

Captivated by cords

Tangled up by cords

Cords here, cords there

Cords everywhere

My computer’s charging cable

Like a teasing tendril

Swirls around my phone’s

Clever, cantankerous cord

Tripping and clogging at times

My Healy device cords

Ensnare all the other cords

Creating a puzzle

Each piece valuable, needed

No quick solution in sight

My umbilical cords

One soaring out into the galaxies

Another flowing between me and child

A third wrapping around me and partner

A fourth grounding me to Mother Earth

Weaving new art pieces

Each uniquely designed

Cords dangling, tying together

Knotting and swinging free

Randomly, no order

No chaos either

Releasing and connecting

Over and over again

Somehow soothing

Still Here

So many deaths

Not just bodies

But, hearts and minds

Friends, family

Beloved pets

I know as well as I know

Anything that they are 

Most likely better off

Than they were here

At least at the end of

Their lives, animated by

Blood and Breath

Whether by accident

Sudden disease or 

Long term illness

They are now released

From their bodies

Hopefully, fluttering around

In some spiritually 

Uplifting space

Whatever heaven may be

For them

And here we are

Left, abandoned

Sad and sorrowful

Full of tears and 

So much more

We who treasured them

We miss them

Or the they who they were

Before the downfall

Before the diagnosis

Before the wreck

We are grateful to

Have known them

Loved them

Rejoiced with them

Cried with them

Now we cry alone

Along with all those

Who loved them too

Knowing that we still

Rub up against their

Energies some days

In whatever form

We feel them

As if they are still here

And, they are

A Call in the Fall

She came lunging toward me

When I tripped, fell and rolled

No cars or people around

Just me and my dogs

My turquoise winter coat

Held me tightly

No scrapes or bruises

Just a tiny cut

On my knee

No blood, no damage

How on earth

Is it possible that I 

Fell and was Held? 

By Mother Earth

My cushy coat

The Goddess

The Sun

The Air

All Divine

The dogs were puzzled 

As was I

I lifted myself up

And continued walking

Carefully

A wake up call?

A message from afar

Or deep down inside

From Mother Earth

From my Spirit guides

Stars and angels all

Around

You are a Soul 

Having a human experience

Welcome the call

Keep yourself safe

Sacred Waters Metamorphosis

A Sacred Waters meditation

My inner temple was Mother Ocean

Pelicans escorted me to

The sandy beach where

I stepped into the water, then

I dove in deeply, following

My Octopus guide

Inside these sacred waters 

I became a mermaid

A fish body, fin and all

Turquoise and green scales below

Human on top

Swirling around with my Octopus friend

Swimming and floating

On top of the ocean

Surrounded by the ancient ones

Dolphins swarmed around me

Chattering and nudging

My intention was to willingly 

Surrender

My chakras suddenly opened 

To channel Spirit, one day   

To speak and write about

The vital treasures that I have

Been absorbing for so many years

Floating and feeling the 

Sun on my face and chest

My large fin relaxed, immersed and

Soaking in the Salt Water of my Soul

Within the belly of Mother Ocean

I belong here

I was born here

I will die here

This is my metamorphosis

Transforming from life

To death, the sacred waters

Scattered my decaying body

Sharing me as food for

Plants, fish, mammals

This efficient cycle of life

Part of the whole

I now sing to all the world

The good news of the 

Truths that are being
Revealed to all who

Allow the receiving of

The Divine 

Sharing wisdom

All the days of our human lives

Sensory Scenes

The flute, piccolo, and bassoon

My earlier instruments

Now I listen to crows’ caws

Warning us about the 

Hawks in the trees nearby

My mother’s fried chicken

Popping and spewing

Cooking just right

Tasty grease and salt

Going down easy

Touching my tiny dog’s

Soft fur, smelling the salt

From our beach walk

Hiding from the burrs

Violence erupting

Guns aflame

Tragic streets in our nation

Worse tragedy in Ukraine

Here, police shooting at

Black and brown men and children

I hear Martin Luther King’s voice

I feel his

Presence in my bones

Soul speaking wisdom

Courage and Beloved Community

Anger feels like fire 

Rippling down my spine

Love feels cuddly, juicy, sweet

Peace seems billowy and heavenly

The Spirit oozes with joy and delight

Beach Feathers

Walking along the ocean sands

Bright sun rippling in the water

I stop and gaze, closing my eyes so

I can hear Mother Ocean talk to me

Tears fall

I tell my luminous, white

Mother Goose that I no

Longer need her feathery wings

Laced around me all of the time

(Although I may return

For shelter and comfort

Once in awhile)

I am moving on, stepping forward

Taking a leap of faith

Strolling onto the dock

Where the sailboat is moored

I am ready now

For the Divine Mystery

To unfold

The winds to lift and carry me

To an unknown space

Wasn’t ready before now

Don’t know

What will happen

Don’t yet need to know

I squat on top of the sand

Pick up the tiniest of

Shells, then am struck

By the white downy feathers

Stuck in the drying, dying

Kelp which hold so many tiny

Shells and shell crumbles

Walking from one pile of seaweed

To the next, seeing and gently picking up

Small, fragile downy feathers

Imagining the seagulls and

Sandpipers preening themselves

Beaks pulling out feathers

Reaping oil from glands

Small white feathers descending

Wandering further

My hand is full of

Soft, fluffy feathers

No longer intrigued

By shells, sun, or water

I carry my pearly white

Ethereal feathers indoors

To wonder about them

To make my own nest

Goddesses, Gods, and Humans

The Celtic Goddess of Spring, dawn and fertility

Brigid was also a goddess of birth, protection

Agriculture, music, and art

Viewed at times as a fighter or a flame

Different cultures, different meanings

Maybe a triple goddess or just one

Myths, creeds, and folklore abound

Who are our goddesses and gods 

And are we included in the list?

A goddess protects the land, the skies, and the seas

A goddess treats the sick, heals and comforts the wounded

A goddess brings forth life (and maybe even death?)

She is all knowing, all seeing, all giving

Divine 

Sounds like the God that I grew up with

In a church, omnipresent

Lord of all the heavens, the 

Earth, the waters and the air

Lord of people and animals

Rocks and minerals

God bless the little children

Surely a god or goddess is 

Androgynous or 

Transgender, at least

Not a person at all 

So no gender needed

What do I know, wondering and

Wandering while I write?

Do humans need

Something or someone to worship?

Or do we just need really

Beautiful and inspiring stories

About heroines and heroes?
Is it human to need to believe

That someone, some entity somewhere

Is looking down on us, or up at us 

Watching what happens to us

Comforting us when we need it

And sparking us to move forward

When the world needs us?

Some deities are animals or plants

I worship the jaguar, the hawk and the goose

Along with the elephant and the snake

Trees are deities as are the rose and 

So many other flowers

Some worship objects or Jesus or Mary

A well, a mountain, or a seed

A medicine or a shaman

Or the magic dollar, power, or fame

If we don’t worship and pray to a deity 

Then what would we worship

Pray to, get mad at, and seek to know

If our lives are not going our way

Who do we look toward to help us?
Surely we have found out that other

Human beings may act like saviors for

Awhile, but ultimately they (we) 

Let each other down

Just by being human

Some goddess or god must

Have made them (us) that way

The Muse is speaking

I am listening

Is She my goddess?

The Great Mysteries remain

Let’s keep asking 

Questions and

Sharing them