Shimmer and Grief

Sometimes I clear my snout from the mud to reflect on life from truth and mood blood.

Life is worth living.

For any instance, yes.  I am blessed, I don't fret dress

Yet

I know somehow in the depth of unknown there is a shimmer no one else knows.

The shimmer of Humor so profound and kind and thick and wicked all time flows.

Humor.  Grief.

Humor, Grief sometimes and there around.

My Dearest Love, My Grandma Susie with my sons.  She equals supreme Humor and Acceptance, always.  I miss her mind.  I carry her.  I hear her daily.  I am guided by her Shimmer.

Cloud cloudy, Beaver Make It Hearty

I See, Feel , What Ah Yes Am Changes

The Earth is ever changing.

I am Pacific Northwest Gal looking at a weather in February that is Northern Cali temp pal.  Of course Global Warming is the sister path and we of the learned observing act to make a Pact.

What then?  Hey?!  Make a plan for all our sake or make a voice that is annoyingly priviledged no site last.  Recycle, Yes.

Water: What water make who you what who?

We all be better off if no give-off for who.  Make a Beaver Pond solid and sure, is that not what our mammal ancestors lore?

but

no

we give off

a lot

what do we do?

Farms.  Beaver Ponds.

you Bearded, Yoga Matted dorks who say "I am a lot" "I give a lot" You are Dorks.  Accept it.  You are POSERS

Accept that.

What Else do you want to do with that?

What MORE do you want to do with that?  I say this in my own honesty of what else can I do, for the sake of nothing given massive make us look like a few.

We have a stand in our GENERATION hand to do something PROFOUND in the massive need of hand.  What do you want to do?

What do you want to do?

My Hips Are Rounder At The Tops

My hips were little.  They had a sway yet I never listened, never paid the day.

And all the whistle and all the call was for something I was not sure of at all.

I was me.  Hips.  What, yes some yummy hips that my Mama and Grammies all said were there and for us flair and yet I said ah no to my hips.

My babies were born and the hips grew, how?  I’ll never know the clue.  Yet here I stand, hand each handstand upon the massive new that is my middle hue. 

I am hips, roll above and a little more and yes, ah oh ah, yes that nice nestle deep down that never saw light anyway. 

I am New.

Me New.

Not sure what that means New but like my Hips, I’m dipping for Hip-Tips to be a little New in my inner-freshness allure to find guide-humble long in the thin fabric of life tip-dip song finding rhythm in a hip-walk never gone.

Be free Woman to be You.

Curve, straight ALWAYS angulated or maybe you make a ruckus to preach the pause.  You are you and I am I and we are humans by and by.

Make the Hips shake, make your heartbreak sink and you will be song. 

Just keep those Glorious Hips Shak’n.

Play House

Somehow playing house never felt far away.
Sometimes when I am that new person, 35-36 in a day.

Somewhere I am seen acting a scene: anger, fear, frustration, grief, humble, calm, joy, and more seen joy.

I am this scene.

Silence what I seek when 35-36 aged-crow-feet
Mama voice vocal chords ache.

Reaction, I observe leaping to feet and we wait

for
purpose and
pull for some FALL and GREW to NEW.

 She is there refreshed somehow and covered in dew.

But don't get this opposite: she is ridden, gooey, make-it-break-it, taught beyond Yonder Woman Glow, She is yell, smile, yum-it-up-style and TRUE.

AUTHENTIC.

MOTHER BEYOND ELEMENT BORDERS: AUTHENTIC!!

She does make it known.

My Skin Is Sagging, Will I Remember?

Had many moments the past two weeks to clear or find some sense in the head.

No.

Nothing.  Plus.

My skin is sagging.

Sagging and slightly weak and nothing more than an age laughing creep.

And what do I do?  Yes, I drink a bottle of wine and sign relief that the earth is not shitted down to the ground just yet.  No, not yet.  All else fails and the power games at play.

The fairies need to keen and the plants and soil needs to shake: for the earth is taking a mess up for the humans make.   The upcoming months, like all communities find is reading the paths that the elders marked and did not line.

We are our history yet we make new marked paths of the things we will do and the things we will not pass.  OH To-Do Goodness, Kindness Open and What? How? More.... are the defuses we know yet ignore to do EGO galore?

I'd like my skin to not feel as vulnerable and what I can do is rub special oils on sacrum points, take deep breaths and live the person I am.

Heard: Elder Wisdom

I have a moment.

This Moment to think.  Bloody-F think.  Please stop banging on the door, Mama deserves to think.

A Moment.

The moment: soft, clear, open and surrounded by liquid goo of yum.  Mama visual.  Silent.

Silent.

Silent.  Listen.

I hold any number of normal facets; breath, laugh, be kind.

I soak from Peace Givers thru word, art, medium of human make: Thomas Moore, Dr. Wangari Maathai, Mr. Fred Rogers, Ilene Wolf, Levon Helm, Neil Diamond, Neil Young, MLK, list on and on.......

Gift: soaking the words of Elders.

Nothing will ever compute the way an Elder word is heard through a Tender ear.

Joyful quest for us all to find reason of chaos, we have Elder wisdom of reflection.

It will be found.  Always with Elder voice and Youth ear, It Will Be Found.

Nora's Birth Altar This Year