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

This was the first year I celebrated Nora's birth, not holding onto her passing

This was the first year I felt her completely.  Seven years.  This was the year I allowed the ache of missing and loving her wash through and out of me.  I felt the pain but was not the pain.  This was the first year.

This year, I was in the warm water of the South Pacific, Kauai.  I allowed the day to prepare for her birth/passing day to be soaked in salt, water and air.  I was the ocean that day.  I cried such yummy ache, felt it all and was held tenderly and strongly by the elements of an ancient island created by water, wings and wind.  Both Nora and I were held that day.

Maholo Kuaui

February 28th darling daughter