the quiet day
whose minutes tiptoe around my mind
I can play with words
lose those minutes and then hours
frittering them on notes that dance like galaxies in my head as I play
walking them away in the coolness of the evening
reading them away in stories and poetry
thinking about nothing and everything long and hard
I love the quiet day
*a pic taken by my daughter on the Oregon coast*
I find myself unable
to save those whom I love
in the way that seems best to me
for one who likes control
to see them spinning out
sometimes engenders blame
guilt
hopelessness
it is in giving up
in handing over the lives of those I love
to themselves, to fate, to their choices and the whims of the universe
that peace comes
I can love them without saving them
support them without rescuing them
find joy in their success
not judge their failures
keep an eye to the heavens
where the vast infinite starry mass
has seen this all again and again and again
*picture taken in RHINO art district Denver*
This one I don’t need to write a damn thing for!
It was the tiniest piece of art, maybe 6″ X 6″, on the bottom of a wall in the RHINO district of Denver, famous for it’s street art, much of which I have used throughout my blog.
We walked by it several times before I noticed it peeking out on the bottom of the wall. No words needed here, the art says it all!!
Josh and I had a fun day out on Sunday taking his senior pictures. He’s 18 and about to embark on LIFE. Our photographer, Kari, is an old acquaintance, and we reminisced together about how life turns out so unexpectedly from what we imagine at 18. How so many things we think really matter, such as good grades, a life plan, a career we decided on really don’t matter and in the end life happens just the way it’s going to despite ourselves. I’m so excited for my son to explore all of life’s different journeys and hope each adventure leaves him a stronger and better man than the day before.
*RHINO district, Denver*
I be the boss lady
don’t need no other queen
you’d better watch your step
when you get near my machine
she sings my song
with every purr and rev
I be the boss lady
don’t need no other thing
*RHINO district Denver*
let us stand tall while we can
run naked into the wave
write freely
live unafraid
night will come
clouds will take our mind
colors will fade
we will join the chorus that sings softly behind the living
lifting our harmonies to color between the melodies
*RHINO district Denver*
how many of us
can stand against the loud voices
stand against the bullies
so many creep away
frightened of the ugliness
not willing to stand in front of the train
I met a man with courage
he didn’t bow before the screamers
he said the thing he wanted to say
it wasn’t even for himself
*LA botanical gardens*
