black and white and read all over....
a nun tumbling down the stairs,
a chessboard wrapped around a body,
a fool most of all.....
a perpetual beginner
amazed and puzzled
curious and captured
tormented and calm
trusting carnal knowledge
hopeful about craft
learning to yield
Hopes for the blog: offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters.... enact kindness create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness
that clear -eyed look belies the gladness borne of being an old child one who knew too much too soon madness sweet melancholy wild sadness touchstones dancing pounding restless melodies sing chime chant (for) this unruly river ( is) overflowing into the fierce tenderness of now
here is this gift you give to me the chance to write stories about lives so real as to be unbelievable how it is that strings can vibrate until they disjoin the sweetest songs are hovering just out of reach a restless rationality longs for trembling rainfall sighs against a thousand blades of grass or one raindrop clings like a fragile wish leans into a hopeful sway gives rise to almost unbearable tenderness dwells in asking for the chance to write stories you give me this gift you give me you give you
Imagine a huge conglomerate educational corporation whose purpose seems to be processing knowledge containers as if they were meat patties. Let's call it a university. Imagine all the people that might inhabit such a place. Let's call them professors, staff, students and senior administrators. Imagine several fiefdoms organized under a feudal system with hegemonic overlords wielding centralized and de-centralized power. Let's call them Faculties and Deans. Imagine that all these people --deans, senior administrators, staff, professors, students--lead busy, complex, textured, contingency driven lives. Let's call that being human. Imagine some of these humans as trauma survivors who manage post traumatic stress disorder on a day to day basis; imagine that these survivors know that triggers are inevitable in a place like this. Let's call that proactively forming a support network. That's the set up. Now... imagine this...
Melody arives at Milly's door. Milly's got two students but Melody has that wild look so Milly knows she has to take a walk. Hang in there, I'll be back in a few minutes she says to the two gals who exchange puzzled glances but seem willing to tolerate the oddness. Some days Milly seems like just another regular person and then right out of the blue these totally whacked things happen and students and colleagues alike begin to think that maybe there's a dark well there somewhere.... but it never lasts long. Milly's efficient as hell and Melody knows it... that's why she's here... they talk and walk; it's a long corridor and it leads to doors that go outside and it's a nice day out there... Melody says she was ok until that asshole put the jarofbullsemen on her desk and asked her to pack it up for shipping...just like that... this is not supposed to happen in a department like this Melody sobs... geez, it's not biology ... if I go back and it's still there do you think it's ok for me to, like, leave ... ? like , just go... why not says Milly you can't be packing up stuff like that Melody wimpers I know... if it breaks I'm going to have to scald myself to get it off me...Milly holds up the halt hand -- Just leave; that's the best option. they walk until their breathing is regular. I'm Ok now Melody says, if that jerk hasn't packed it up himself I 'm leaving . Milly nods slowly. That's a plan. They look each other in the eye. Melody smiles... got a story? she asks... Milly does not have to dig too deeply for this one. Did I ever tell you about finding that boxofrectalthermometers in Marylou's office....
did you know that the dragonfly is one of the few ( and perhaps the only?) creature(s) who can function in air on land in/on water that it can fly forwards & backwards hover and dance that its wings can hum and sing are transparent & iridescent
that it might be that it once was a dragon... that as tough and versatile as it is it has no sting the old soul re-born in the body of now I see you in your many elements
word magic thought spinner of tales and fire teacher poet learning dwelling
no wonder you have such an affinity for these not so distant relatives dance on...