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?

Two Nice Angels And A Girl Standing In The Rain Trying Not to Die

Click Pic For Whole Show... © akka b

 

Even Thunder can't budge her. 

How is that possible? Thunder always budges her. 

No, she's unbudgeable. 

What about the Lightning she asked for and was so generously bequeathed? 

She liked it. 

You mean to say it didn't change her life like she expected it to? 

Well, she expected it to, but she didn't really want it to. 

Her reasoning please? 

She wasn't ready. 

And why, pray tell, wasn't she ready?

She said she lost something and wasn't willing to die before she found it. 

Does Thunder & Lightning make her die? 

Usually. 

And that's why she loves it so much? 

Agreed.

Except in this one instance when she wouldn't let it...?

Exactly. 

Because she lost something?

She called it "Purpose" but refused to offer a description. 

So, she didn't reeaally want to find it again. 

Well, she didn't want help finding it again. 

Maybe her "Purpose" got struck by lightning while she was standing in the rain trying not to die?

That seems sensible. Should we tell her?

nah. 

IT WILL BREAK YOUR HEART - OPEN!

I AM CRAZY EXCITED ABOUT THIS: 

That's all I have to say. 

oops, one more thing...

Releasing CD for public purchase SOON!

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

A Pomme for Steve Jobs...

The APPLE of the World's Eye ~ Good JOBS!! 

Thank you STEVE!!

You get the whole apple now. xo

42 RULES OF ABSURDITY:

1. There are no rules
2. Therefore, you will have to make your own
3. But
4. Even when you do
5. They will have to be undone
6. And when you do something once
7. It can never be done twice
8. In the same way
9. It was once done
10. Or undone
11. Absurdity
12. Is not a standard
13. And you won't receive a degree
14. To be measured
15. By anyone elses standard 
16. Of absurdity
17. My absurdity
18. Ritual
19. Usually begins 
20. With 50 ton bricks 
21. Weighting me to my bed
22. Dazed
23. Blah
24. But blah ferocious
25. Maybe I'll start singing
26. Or take off all my clothes
27. Or put on all my clothes
28. Or say something controversial
29. Out loud
30. Or peel things off my walls 
31. Or spill ink on my sheets 
32. Or pretend that I am still 5
33. Or 95
34. And that I don't really care
35. Anymore
36. About anyone else
37. Making me
38. More
39. Or
40. Less
41. Absurd
42. Ity

INDIAN DREAM KICKER

Words that woke me from my nap today.

To remember I did a quick sketch.

Click on image to see it WHOLE

 

THE RASCAL 

Kickin' me awake all the time

"Heart Roots": THE SPECIAL GIFT OF THE IRREGULAR ME.

 

 

 Hello EVERYBODY!!!!!

The fun part about being me is... being me.

And the funnest part about being me - being me,

Is that I get to share that me, with YOU. 

Lots of times I am just regular me, going around in my regular-me way.

BUT

When I want to... (and sometimes when I don't).

I have a special talent for morphing into the Irregular Me.

THE SPECIAL GIFT OF THE IRREGULAR ME

IS THAT I CAN HEAR

HEART WHISPERS

(There, I've said it and I won't take it back)

When it happens, it feels like a 

WATERFALL POURING

Into the top of my head

(Maybe that's why my hair is white in that one spot)

The Waterfall of Whisper 

Shows me pictures, sound, information and feelings that have to do with the heart of a thing or person; Root, Core, Leaves, and/or Reaching Purpose.

So now that you know that, I want you to know this:

For the first time AND for a very limited time, I am offering...

Personalized and ORIGINAL 

'Message-Heart-Art' 

At a very reasonable cost!

After the limited time is over, this service will still be available, 

BUT at a very unreasonable cost.

What you get for a very reasonable 

or unreasonable cost: 

* Original (collectible) artwork and poetry made especially for you and signed by akka b. 

* Includes magical healing powers for enhancing your creative life 

(The ones that come from you and will always be with you)  
* Plus, maybe a very special twig, branch or rock that I covet. :)

Current reasonable cost: $99 (U.S)

Size and theme to be determined by The Powers That B.

International Orders Welcome!

FOR MORE DETAILS, 

or to ask me why I'll need a photo of you, 

OR TO PLACE AN ORDER, 

please email me directly:  

drunkloveheart@gmail.com

inLove, 

akka b. 

Leap of sQuirrel

There was a THUMP! 

A sQuirrel landed on the eve of the house near where I was working in the grass. (Yes, sometimes I work in the grass). He was a big fatty of a bloke determined to reach the tree branch above my head. I didn't measure, but the limb must have been a good 10 feet or more from the eve. He knew it too. As I watched him assess the distance - perched on the very edge - he prepared to jump - then backed away. He did this a couple times; pacing across the small stretch of roof, considering all his options. By the way - he totally looked down; eying the distant ground where I was sitting. Hmn... ground squirrel or tree squirrel? Either choice was life or death, make it or break it kind of crazy. But this beast was not the type to bother with the long route. What he really wanted was the branch, because the branch was the gateway to a posh arboreal highway fit only for the ballsiest of the squirrel kingdom. 

Salivating for a glimpse of the impossible... I egged him on.

"JUMP - JUST DO IT!!" 

I've been wanting to JUST DO IT for a VERY long time. And I've been "egged on" by many to take certain (creative) plunges over the past months and even years. Sure, I've bounced from eve to eve navigating possibilities, but every time I get to that edge - I manage to inch myself backwards. So you may understand why I felt personally invested in the 'Leap of Faith' of this fat bushy tailed rodent. I had no fear for him - and as it turned out - he had no fear for himself either. 

HE DID IT!!! 

But it was a dang close call. If he had been off by an inch it would have been sQuirrel soup in my lap. It was a thrust-of-life-belly-flop-into-dangling-leaves-and-twigs-but-land-climbing-moment-of-brilliance! Leaves fell on my head from this raucous display of enormity and that big fat little sQuirrel even paused to watch me laugh my head off at his efforts. Biggest laugh all week!

Respect dude.

FIRE FOR A MOMENT

Can we speak of fire for a moment? 

Can we speak freely of fire? 

It's been shooting out my eyeballs. 

I've been sneezing out balls of steam. 

I watch people live so gently. Kindly. Openly. 

But in me this thing blazes.

It does have kindness in it. 

Gentleness too... 

But through the prism of heat.

Too much strong. 

I plan to let go soon.

if you want to make poems... pray.

© akka b.

If you want to make poems; pray 

Pray quietly, pray out loud

Pray because your spirit depends on it

Pray because you deserve to be heard

And you deserve to hear 

Forces unseen

Seen

Intelligent

Laughing

In prayer we come to know where hurt is born, where dreams are born, where obstacles live, and that grace always lives

Make time to speak to yourself

To listen to Self

To understand the language of what can't be scheduled,contained, controlled, contrived 

Pray.

Because that's where poems are made 

Where heart is heard

Where heart is asked

and love remains

TRUST IN LIFE'S COMPASSION

I was having a very strenuous time in my marriage and feeling directionless about life, when my daughter - barely 3 at the time, spoke words I can only surmise were channeled by angels. We were in the bathtub, (as we often were on freezing days in Eastern Canada) and in the middle of happily playing by herself - pretending to make beer mind you - she turns to me and says...

  

 

 "MOM, YOU DON'T TRUST. 

WELL... YOU DO TRUST, 

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE CONFIDENCE IN LIFE'S COMPASSION."

~ Raksha Boiteau

You wouldn't believe how fast I jumped out of the bathtub to write that down! Never had I heard my child use the words confidence or compassion, let alone in context or the same sentence. She of course went right back to making her beer as if the words were never uttered.

CONFIDENCE IN LIFE'S COMPASSION

Was my lesson that evening - and always. These words never fail to help me re-root my perspective in the bigger picture. Thank you daughter.

PS... Actual bathtub's design has been changed to reflect the poet's imagination.

POETRY dots

"POETRY is more than pretty words placed to impress; true poetry connects the dots between SOUL and WORLD. It brightens, deepens, and cracks open the windows of the intellect so we may experience the full range of our HEART." ~ akka b.

NOT A....

THIS IS NOT A POEM...

                              ...THIS IS A PICTURE OF A POEM

OFF THE PAGE

Photo Credit: Jonas MacPhail

poem fell off page again

pfft...

(typical poem)

it means...

well,

what it means is...

I'm on call 

day

&

night

could

be

PAGED

any time-

whatsoever

must always

arrive

prepared

for

anything;

which basically means

prepared for nothing

and

everything.

of

course.

typically
 

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I'm in love with 'DANG IT' I love it sooo much!

dang it. 

I wasn't gonna do it. 

But I did it

I love it SOOO much. 

DANG 

and

IT

How good are those two words together?

The IT on its own is just an IT

but add DANG and... 

The DANG on its own is just a DANG

but add IT and...

DANG IT 

Now doesn't that feel good to say? 

What I mean is, "Dang it, doesn't that feel good to say?"

But reverse and WOW also, sooo good. 

IT DANG!

aha ha ha ha ha... 

"IT DANG, IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!"

or 

"HOT DANG IT, IT'S WARM OVER IN HERE!"

dang it, i love to dang it. 

What is a DANG anyway? 

it.

THE LOVE FIRE

 

THE LOVE FIRE

Under my bones tonight, firelight, the Love Affair.

Take my paper skin, iron fist, wanting eyes. 

Leave no mess of me.

 If you take me, leave no mess of me.

 No poems of me, no question. me. 

 I give myself to the always fire.

 The always light that leaves no trace.

Make me ashes, leave no trace.

Less than dust. 

Make anything that keeps me from my Love Fire...

Less than dust.

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?

STICKY-NOTES CAN SUCK IT!!!

(My love affair was short lived.)

It's been decided.

I am NOT sticky-notes. My life is NOT a small square piece of obnoxious colored paper with a slightly sticky backside visually hoarding lines of pristine beauty and telling me what to-do every time I sit down to undress my blazing SOUL FIRE. I have woken up everyday to these damn sticky-notes shouting about how much I have not yet accomplished and that I am probably some sort of wayfaring vagabond idiot for not having more self-imposed structure. Crap. It's all crap. I no longer believe in sticky-notes.

TO THE FIRE PIT WITH STICKY-NOTES! 

SToMP! STOmP! StUmP! 

BURN.

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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.