Downloading Dad

Day One
morning walk
in the medicine wheel
I’m visited with regrets
stopped in my tracks
as if Dad has put
his hands on my shoulders

Sharon, you didn’t hurt me at all.
You don’t know what I know now. No one hurts me. Or you. It’s just a way we humans experience the personalities of others but I tell you, no one truly hurts you. You’d do well not to imagine they can.

I kind of see his location in ethers
in a far far different place than human realm. Please Dad, tell me more as you are ready.

I go in the house
lie down
journey into Spirit world
told to begin
two weeks downloading [i]

upper realms open
as if a moving walkway
carries me through vapors
to Land Beyond Death
place of all that ever was, is, will be
a sphere that surrounds all multiverses
holds records
offers reunion
rather reveals Union
of those who pass in and out
of these ethers

no time no space here
a continuum
beyond death
before life
before death
after life

where I gaze
is where I go
today toward father
still arriving here
in a contrail
trails of glory[ii]
some say

his landing
evokes mine
mine within
his there
in one long stream
he no more there
than I am here
no here or there
this godstuff

we can’t be separated
except by our imagination

I am carried in an unceasing loop
into eternal realm
u-turn  ‘back’
into earth plane
into my bodythrough my third eye
spreads throughout form of me
passes out through solar plexus
courses back ‘up’ into ethers
all the way to Dadland
endless loop
almost merciless
I can't get off
metaphorical  hoop
a band of energy
always flows between worlds
I am in both destinations
at once
I am going to be elsewhere
but after all
elsewhere is everywhere.

*from heaven, the other side, collective unconscious, nirvana, akashic records,

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
        Hath had elsewhere its setting,
          And cometh from afar:
        Not in entire forgetfulness,
        And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
        From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!  Wordsworth




five wise women
maybe six
walk slowly
across the horizon
a midnight landscape
lit by one star

guided by white owls
led by an incurable Call
to a Medicine Man
who holds Time
in his hands
ready to offer
an altered perception
or is it an altar
to live differently

each female figure
bears a gift
wrapped in gold
the box holds a vessel
which brims
with bubbling, fermenting,
fizzing, sparkling time

the wise women slowly
reach the wise man
in an inn of dazzling light
and animal scat
the Medicine Man
who knows
about Incarnate Being
holds a medicine bag
for each person who finds him
to reward her search
and offer  a pouch
full of remedies
maybe magic
to heal bondage to time
and initiation into

each journeyer
receives calibration
to the underlying rhythm
that suits her days
to move in the world
and be in the day
a liturgical way



ancestors and descendants, reunion and ritual, purpose and place

We stand between our ancestors and our descendants, the bridge between those who were and those yet to be.  We experience reunions and ritual with our people, anchoring us to life. We stand on holy ground, inhale the soul of a place in our childhood, remember its sounds and smells.  We continue to be seasoned by the rocks, rivers, fields, lakes, prairies, and sky, as we pay attention to nature companions as message-bearers. We listen deep to the voice inside that calls us to express our original blessing. Goddessence  a word that came singing in my mind this summer as I was writing about the animation within all this connection

My new book, Goddessence offers poetry, prose, and photograph to honor these Essentials. It is available at the Joyful Jewel in Pittsboro, where she will be doing a reading  on Saturday,  September 14th at 2 pm. Also available, are related clay totems, cards, prints, and beaded items.


Pittsboro Courthouse Treasures

Brief  Listening:              
Pittsboro  Treasures

Pittsboro  Postcards, Mugs, Hats, T-Shirts, (in sizes for men, women, and children) available at the Joyful Jewel at 44 Hillsborough Street.


Journals, Journals, Journals...........

I have just created blank journals, using my images and poetry for the covers, outside and in. If I may say so, they are beautiful! Available for only $19 at the Joyful Jewel in Pittsboro, Artestry Hideaway in Beaufort, and Aria's Gifts in Apex. Or, of course, direct order from me. Am looking forward to some poetry reading/journaling workshops for all ages. Here are a few covers.




Welcome to my sanctuary of word and image.
Linger long. Find Peace. Leave messages.
Know you are Beloved of God.

Order books, bracelets, cards............
Or find me at:
The Joyful Jewel ~44 Hillsborough St, Pittsboro, NC
Artestry Hideaway ~ 412 Front Street, Beaufort, NC
Aria Gifts ~ 219 N Salem Street, Apex, NC  
Books can also be ordered at www.blurb.com

Initiation: Broken into Beauty

Poetry and Image of a twelve year journey 
in the spiritual landscape and natural world



the first night
under clear sky  
more than millions of stars
one shoots into me
singing You are a constellation
and I tell you I light up
join a thousand connect-the-dots
as a beautiful component on a grid
of humanity and all living creatures
and somehow know our individual
lights are songs and we are as much
composition as constellation

little bus carries a motley crew
from Monterey to Esalen
through pounding rain
heavy winds
mud slides
around sharp curves
up and down hills
over high bridges
into the dark
to meet more questers of vision

Boulder Creek flows
toward ocean
rises in mist
falls as snow
rain in summer
joins rivers
makes lakes
I better

hours of dancing and drumming
bring darkness   wildness   waves of energy
we approach the flames
throw in memories and mementos
back away from the heat
not miss a beat on goatskin and cedar
nor slight the old ones swaying along
hooting and hollering at our release    

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