happy hello
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Priscilla's Pickle Palace
I was recently invited to a birthday Pickleball party. I had no idea what it was and too many funny thoughts and ideas flowed into me, so I decided it was the perfect opportunity to have a go at constructing the first (to my knowledge) and only pickle sculpture.
I would have loved to go for a 360 degree perspective but even well-drained pickles are too flimsy to stand up to the weight...
drained sweet and dill
Of course I always have to play with the photo editing on my phone...
... the inevitable collaspe
I do think this would make a good substitute asana in yoga for the Shavasana at the end of one's practice (I always feel quite tangled and, well, just falling apart/short seems a little more accurate "death" than neatly getting comfortable... -
" ...and we will now conclude our practice with the Pickle Posehavsana-manamama, so just collapse from here and feel it! ...
[ later ]
...and coming to a sitting position, bringing hands together,
Namaste."
...
...into the compost bin to break down into new possibilities...
Come Out and Play ; Come Out of the Play ; Come Out to Play
come out
come out and play
come out
come out and dance
the radiant dance —
of a life
of light
come out
come out and shine
the soul-full smiles —
of a thousand
candled flames
come out
come out and see
the Divine All around you , through you , as you
come out
come out and feel
the ocean’s waves within you —
waves of the impossible
swelling up and crashing
inside
defining a you
come out
come out and share
the All that you feel —
uniquely expressing
as you
come out
come out
for I Am
in , through , as and of
the you
come out
come out and laugh with Me —
We’ll giggle at our foolishness
and the ways We’ve forgotten
the Truth
come out .
come out .
come out .
to Be
for I Am Here
{ cup hands to one ear , whisper into this self-phone } :
I ’ ve never gone anywhere —
that was the gift
as / for / a
you
to discover the possibilities of
as / the every—where
.
— You / you
Saturday, February 24, 2018
home
kiss the butterfly’s wings —
ten times,
at least
wrangle the stars & lasso the sun
take a ride on the moon into & through
i am wild
i am tamed
i am you
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Hide n' Sneak
what a gift Darkness gives -
such dramatic stage
Moon in My window - slowly passing by e
light so bright it a wake ns each wee morning
a bit more, rounder, stronger
I like to show My skin to You
face to soak , lights a smile…
watching Wind waving silhouettes of Tree’s branches between us
so bright now I can almost see these words as I write them perhaps in a few more passes
You will illuminate the whole page
You will illuminate the whole page
exposed to the pale blue lume
the touchless touch of night
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
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