The heart of the soles of my feet of dancing sigh…they ache on earth pulsing a song long begun, hearing ancient knowing, yearning through the toes to the top of my head.
No ounce of will can bend the tides without the moon’s say so. No gumption of the reddest desire can re-write the years gone by or shift the mountain aside.
So, my feet wait and sigh, humming earth tunes through my being,…
“One cannot have doubt about that which he wishes to trust. To trust love you must be convinced of love. One cannot admit what he does not yield to. To yield to love you must be vulnerable to love. One cannot love what he does not dedicate himself to. To dedicate yourself to love you must be forever growing in love.” Leo Buscaglia
shore breaks here whisper
something about constancy.
Gonna buy me some fabric at the store by the coastal mystery, the one with no roof
and no walls ‘cept for rows and rows of fabric rolled up waiting for newness and creative wonder
and a woman whose hair is white, her hands full of keys, so many keys as she laughs at me, but not mocking.
She’s on the shoreline in the white sand at the counter and the cash register is awaiting her usual purchase.…
chasing daylight blind,
slip covering soft on soul…
my eyes failed to see
blinding clarity’s assault,
suggested love flow.
and within me now
the seeing reveals truth’s hide.
cover me quickly…
relocate heart in,
and behind the bars of life’s
j. ruth kelly, 2014
I almost titled this “Idiot Nation” but decided to stick with the last theme or subject: love. And then I wrestled with my anger since I’m not feeling the love for the recent Supreme Court ruling in favor of Hobby Lobby’s idiocy. So, the only place to land was how the ruling isn’t love and how it isn’t about religious freedom but about domination over, rule over, subjugation of women.
I grew up…
“Love is a momentary upwelling of three tightly interwoven events: first, a sharing of one or more positive emotions between you and another; second, a synchrony between your and the other person’s biochemistry and behaviors; and third, a reflected motive to invest in each other’s well-being that brings mutual care.” Barbara Fredrickson
Stepping out into a sudden deluge of rainpour, I found wet…
a question arising sings my stance: still, enclosed; love brews my fresh refusal of drive by blithe, unfeeling.
The older I get the more I realize how flimsy love can be in some relationships. And how ironically stalwart, solid in others and some just relentless, regardless of how inconvenient, unconventional and even mostly unavailable. I’ve left my marriage but the love is there for us both to be human (flawed), helpful (magnanimous) and flexible (willing to bend when it will help all of us). We aren’t…