Hush
Streetlight shimmering
Dancing
Swimming
Thundering
Softly
Hails percussion
Slows
Melts mid air
Only the traffic shushes
In the end
Through puddles
Sometimes holidays spin up old yarns
The excuse to not wallow
is also an invitation
Into ritual surprise
Being held
Suspended
Transported
Reminded
Listening to flavour
Seeing with melody
Touched by voices
Lifting grave weights
Upon communal shoulders
Release is light
Wisdom airborne
Like an idea that takes root
In faithfulness
Senses in a jumble
The odor of play
Diffused in every way we live
With joys and sorrows mingled
Bittersweet
Thankful for this beautiful gathering and experience.
And the windchimes!!!
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Day off exploration/inspiration saunter with an incredible @visiontrain artist friend,@coricaat , to reflect and share and connect beyond the digital dimensions of hollywood squares.
Drawing springtime meditation on the coming year...
At winter's edge the world fasts
Ancient prayers of the body
Holding out just a little longer
Sober to our own wastefulness
Aching seeds beneath the land
Nature adapts in lieu of abundance
Little by little unfolding in kindness
Out of necessity made within the cracks
The cold and weary hunger
Gives rise to every heart that acts
A road once traveled
To taste the dreams of spring
The fruits accrued
In night
In slumber
In being
Armed with gogo robo claws and buckets, my group and I joined local volunteers and some MLB stars in plain clothes to pick up trash on the beach left by the first waves of spring break.
The inbetween moments all count
For something
Towards something
Only a few days
A few moments
What feels like only a few breaths
Held together
Lifetimes ago
Fragmented
And piecemealed
Looking back and looking forward
To friendships found in chance
By chance
Yet chosen to belong
For just a little longer
Longing to make the world a little lovelier
A little space carved out for just a time
Attending to play
Intentions displayed
Released
And without any finality
In truth, in art, in gathering
In traveling
In once upon a time
We met
And learned
And ran a very twisty
Turn-y
Kindof sortof
Sometimes long-winded
Sidewinding upsidedown
Relay
Oh and how do you do
Just fine
With some warts and all
And you?
#drierhymeswithtree
#cannonballarts
#museumofpopculture
Every time I'm in DC I go on a monument tour with my international visitors but I had never been to the FDR memorial until today. Reflecting his own challenges as a disabled person in a wheelchair and a world leader in the gruesome times between the great depression and WW2, the fully accessible and tactile memorial felt both raw and ripe for our present times filled with struggling humans trapped between conflicts of power and ideology.
As the tidal basin was occasionally overflowing onto the sidewalk, the reflection of barren cherry tree branches and darkened clouds reminded me of Lauryn Hill's refrain "after winter must come spring"...
Vibrations weaving me dizzy
Frequency driven living
Fielding delinquency and delightful nonsense
Im here
As small as I am
Shaking and shaping
Healing and breaking
Drawing as mapping
Mirroring the tumble and jumble
I find myself somewhere
Just outside the lines
Gazing within
Without much sense of judgment
Or time
