Little Tea Pot

I LOVE THIS! It's how my heart thinks! 
Makes me want to make more of my own videos... enjoy. xo

May Day! May Day! :: and the 7th sense

Does this make sense?

Sense of Eat

Sense of Ear

Sense of Ouch

Sense of Whiff

Sense of Sea

Sense of Sixth

*Sense of Humor

Oh Great Goddess of Sense of Humor

Please remind your friends of the J O K E you have played.  

Ya know, THIS LIFE ---- the funniest JOKE ever made!!!

photo of akka b. by Raksha Boiteau

* H A P P Y  B E L T A N E *

horned gods

ribboned poles

maids of milking

fired holes

sense of smell

&

sense of sight

flowers fall

where jokes alight 

*

What will you do to reinvent your life today?

TEDx Realized

What an honor! So blessed! 

Thank you TEDx Ojai Women for inviting me to be part of such an amazing ensemble! 

Photo Credit: Ellen Johnson/Sound Visions Media © 2011

Photo Credit: Jodi Womack

Photo Credit: Ellen Johnson/Sound Visions Media © 2011

For a more in depth look at this delicious day - 

check out the blog review below! 

http://coachlisab.blogspot.com/2011/12/relating-to-audience-tedxwomen-style.html

Evidence of Their Influence; Evidently

I could leave poems where I find them, 

but they're always insisting I write them down.

Evidence of their influence; evidently

DolphinFly

I had a dream...

Dolphin showed me how to fly 

deep down in water, then up to open sky. 

Fast and fearless. Again and again. 

But fireflies... are at their best in dark, 

when they can be the light. 

Don't expect to recognize firefly by day, 

soaked in ocean. 

Dolphins are for water-flying, 

Fireflies are for forest night.

Magic is as Magic Does ~*~

Magic is as magic does 

Today a crystal heart hanging from my window spoke, as I sat silently - motionlessly - reviewing words. I don't know what the message was, but all of the sudden, the crystal heart tapped itself against the window and set itself to spinning. Spinning light all around my room in rainbow fragments. I watched mesmerized by unexplainable occurrence. 

Surely, certain people would try to explain it. 

But certainly, I could care less, why...

I just think it's beautiful is all.

Let the Elves in...

Let the Elves in...

*

If you're in the neighborhood... stop on by!

CLICK ON IMAGE TO READ

GOD GAVE ME GOGGLES

Okay, whatever, so I borrowed the goggles - used them, stuck them on my fat little face. 

Do you know that for years I have been swimming without goggles? 

Do you know that for years I haven't really been swimming, because I can't swim without goggles?

I didn't even realize I hadn't been swimming, until yesterday, when I started swimming.

And oh my was I swimming... I was swimming and swimming and swimming.

I was the Forrest Gump of swimming!

Here it is: 

Contact lenses are really great for seeing, but they really suck for swimming. No lenses, means not knowing where I'm swimming, and not knowing where I'm swimming... is really not worth the swimming. On the other hand, wearing contact lenses means going in, without going under - which is basically equivalent to balancing a chocolate bar on my nose in ninety degree weather and never ever, ever getting to take one bite!

For years I have been either seeing OR swimming, but not seeing AND swimming!

But, I'm not quite sure what the metaphor is. 

Imagine that?

what i really love...

What I really love is morning fire.

Stacked pillows and shades gently drawn.

The candle lit is not the fire of which I speak.

But, it is reassuring.

In this foyer of intentional resolve, I find a way to sit. Rest.

Before the day-fire begins.

I begin.

I get to.

Intentional loving is what I really love.

The candle lit and burning sage and a shawl draped ever so, simply.

What I really love, is how meant to be...

This love is meant to be.

Nothing further.

One Perfect Day in August

 One perfect day in August

One complete and perfect day

I took my salad to a park 

To sit alone beneath a tree

But not alone beneath a tree

One perfect day in August 

On a blanket in the grass

The wind stopped by

And the clouds brushed the sky

And the bees galloped in

And a man flew a kite

As I sat beneath a tree

Eating salad on my knee

On a perfect day in August

One complete and perfect day

I put my back to the ground 

And my eyes began to close 

Touching one finger to, my nose

Just to see

How a finger on my nose might feel to me

One perfect day in August

 

July 18th 2010 - 4:05am

Counting down till sunrise. 

1.75 cups of coffee consumed between the hours of 5 and 10pm.

BAD. 

and

Really, really GOOD!!  

Candles were lit and I got-it-on with Sticky-Notes.

Sticky-Notes and stacks of forgotten paperwork and my copy- machine. 

Scissors and tape and notebooks and oh yes... the file got used. 

You heard that right... I used the file.  

But don't worry, it was consensual.  

And it made me hungry, but I didn't eat.   

Food. That is. 

Nope. 

I didn't eat food and I'm cutting back on sleep and none of it's my fault. 

It's the Sticky-Notes. 

I blame the Sticky-Notes.

she had an independent NATURE

PROGRESS

poetry in pictures??

Never mind that I haven't posted a poem 

in well over a week, maybe two.

Let's just think about food for a while,

shall we? 

 That was nice. 

OPEN SESAME HEART

OPEN

That's
it.

all the way
not a breath less
not a regret more

open
is
ALL

CAKE

Having my
CAKE
and
EATING
it
TRUE.

The
CHOCOLATE'S
for me
and
the
rest
is
FOR
YOU

Sure Thing

So far/in some ways...
I may have chosen a harder path

But I forgive it.

The jackhammer of missteps
carved me out from the
Princess Snot I would have been

Humbled by Happenstance
I grew fine long hair
transparent sight
and ears worth lending

It's better like this I think

as now,
my laugh is a sure thing

*

Cracked Heals and a Dirty Heart

It had a heart-on. it.

One dirty foot that walked a long long way...
got a blister
and had to wear a band-aid.

one sweet little dirty foot that doesn't like to be confined

with cracked heals

and funny toes

rubbed up against a stubborn shoe.

and old shoe - that wasn't made for walking.

BUT - it was a willing shoe and a willing foot and so they went ahead.

and walked.

as feet and shoes tend to do.

and at the end of the night...

that sweet little dirty foot was sore, but satisfied.

cracked, but unconfined.

tired, but funny tired.

and at the end of the next day when it was time to undress the blister...
well, it turns out it wasn't much of a blister at all.

after all.

and well worth the little rub --- with that old stubborn shoe.

Mornings are NOT Broken

Between trips from the bedroom to the kitchen for tea and trips from the bedroom to the bathroom because I drank tea…

Sometimes I find myself jumping on the bed.

Mornings are getting bOuNcY.

Firefly

FIREFLY They don't like their picture taken, so be prepared to make your own.

But,

WARNING:

Fireflies are not just Flying BUGS.

There are millions and millions and millions of ways to see...

FIREFLIES

and sometimes
they are
just.
illumined
buzzing
twinkling
loving
looking
bouncing
believing

flying * bugs

(Let me know if you see some :-)