Month: September 2023
Core Passion
I do not crave power nor recognition in the conventional sense, but crave justice and winning for truth’s pledge.
Love is the answer in all of my dreams, yet reality’s players twist lies obscene where avoidance diverts what hope could bring.
Some warriors fight to remain aware as we band in troupes to have a care.
Keeping watch as others fall to ground, we extend hands without a sound.
(Tears Run Dry – Abraham Alexander)
“Ren Faire Drumming”

Trimmed from an acquaintence photo of me with my youngest.
A Better Day
We got to rest up, had a good show, friends visited and hugged, and we acquired more minerals!
(You Lose! Good Day Sir! – Movie Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory – Gene Wilder)
(Pure Imagination – Movie Willy Wonka And The Chocolate Factory – Gene Wilder)
Broody
I have been having a snip of “bad attitude.”
I feel a sense of disillusionment which seems too all-pervading.
Maybe it is just from the physical setbacks of the accident.
But it is also something that’s accumulated in my over fifty years of living.
I am bored.
Restless.
Not much is inspiring me in the common day interactions with other people and community.
I make the most of tiny opportunities.
But it’s like I have done all of this before.
I try to be comforted by the reemergence of familiar social patterns now welcoming me in this new land.
There is water, lush greenery, and an almost willfully-ignorant innocence abounding.
Not everything has yet been corrupted and tainted – which seems opposite to California’s demographics
There is hope here to create something endurant.
But I am disoriented and the space around me feels “empty” – as if who or what I need to add to and/or accompany me is not actually here.
I guess I still feel as if something essential is missing.
Like a lifemate or greater purpose to be pursuing.
Maybe I somehow carry the seeds of its fruition inside of me.
Meanwhile, absence of its embodiment has me in a fowl mood.
I’ve begun growl-chuffing.
“Chevy Rose”


Oregon Snakes
“Up Close”


A type of young Oregon gartersnake, but they usually have bright yellow on their sides, as well. What a unique beauty!
Then, But Not Now
When I was younger, I would “just roll with it.”
I’d pick up the slack “for the good of others,” even though “robbed” of the supports I was promised.
But I just don’t have that kind of patience nor energy to spare for such sacrifices anymore.
Too Done With It
For my having to put more effort toward something than I should while recovering – only to have other people not pull their weight and, in fact, add more stress and pressure to it – is not something that I want to invest in further.
“Kahu” = Soul Protector
“Look Who Visited Today!”
I was watering my garden in the early afternoon, and looked down by my feet to see this beauty startled awake from where it was snugged against the base of some flower pots!
Synaptic Bridging
They tell me to take it easy – and believe me, I am careful to stay within my limitations’ parameters.
But because I test and push the thresholds, there are levels they’d be surprised to know where I’m progressing.
Survivalism
It turns out that the hybrid rental vehicle also has a sun roof. I had not remembered to use it!
“Minnow”

“Eye Of The Soul”

Zoom in to see the whale’s eye.
Family Tree
Why did they wish to support her?
What leverage would be gained?
Did they not know a wild spirit
Is never meant to be tamed?
(Inter?)Dependence
On insurance to cover losses and health’s recovery.
On family to help troubleshoot regaining vehicle security.
On community for interactions that help rise above crisis.
I wanted to feel connected – but at what cost to my independence?
What worth then do I retain that is of my own consequence?
All-A-Clowder
One has loose knees,
Another has seizures.
One cannot hear well,
Another’s sobrepesto.
Adjustment
Why should I want something it seems that I cannot have? Because within it calls to me.
Last Night’s Dream
There were dozens of wild, young kittens that I had to gather and save. All of them purring and happy, and a momma cat or two to accompany.
“Free Will”
One can choose to explode in frustration and be productive – or explode and not be productive!
Kind, Gentle People
Undervalued.
(The Skin And The Glove – Drab Majesty)
At The Gym
So far, it’s been for holding – and then regaining – ground. Advancements are transitive and relative.
It’s Ridiculous
I’m beginning to receive top rate care – yet still, I feel unhinged, agitated, and depressed.
“Blue Shining”

Hollywood
They promote “happiness” to help keep us dreaming. But what if more chances actually happened in reality?
“Respite”
Listen…
“Dripping Down”

It may look like I planned this, but I had touched the flower as I paused in watering, some petals fell, and then I captured a picture because the rose was so lovely. Sometimes, magic just happens!
Dear Alex,
In your not being “known,” I can ascribe any attributes I desire to you.
But I will try to discern the truth as I do.
Dear Alex,
Our lives take us into extremes where others would fear to dare follow.
Yet you and I at times each desire to experience the more simple things that others seem to take for granted.
We must also make sure to “set aside time” for these experiences.
Where Rest Is Found
I have supported in relationships through harsh challenges.
But as soon as I needed in return, I was spurned.
I am looking for symbiotic – not parasitic.
“Providence”

Zoom in…
Dear Alex,
Who would you be if you partnered with me?
I’m a mess – I confess! – but still worthy.
Morphing
Twenty-three and locked into a journey by a choice that silenced my voice, though I kept striving beyond restrictions.
Older now, at last allowed access to who I was before shutdown: something aching for profound transforming.
But a new set of dictates converges to charge – as if natural for me to march to such arbitrates!
Reflections in the mirror proclaim severe next level struggles to represent ideal integrities.
Who I was is returning, yet someone new is emerging.
It’s confusing when control teases as illusory!
They Arrive At The Gate
Movie Sinbad And The Eye Of The Tiger

Once Met
Soft as a kiss
Hard as steel
Nothing compares
To creation’s reveal
A nod of the head
Compassion feels
Still looping regret
Invading my mind
Because I could not
Convey at the time
Well enough then
To convince you.
(‘Til You Can’t – Brody Johnson)
Strange Days
When we moved to “the mountain,” we found ourselves feeling stranded, cut off from our usual activities, and stark-isolated.
Soon after, the rest of the world seemed to join us due to enforcements through the Pandemic.
I had worried that society would outpace us – but instead it slowed, which allowed us to catch up to bridge again with it.
“In The Dark”

Zoom into the tree…
Oh My Gosh, It’s So Cute!
“Look at da bay-bee!” (deep voice of “squee”)
“What Is It?”

Like an “unown” (“unknown”) type in Pokemon…
(Repeat – Grace VanderWaal)
Manifesting Destiny
With advancements in technology, we are now capable of making our dreams become realities.
Ren Faire
I gotta have my Sash Sass.
Beckoning
Oh thou most fragile sparks
Eager to bloom in twinkling
Come, be reassured by how
Together we’ll find meaning!
