Power in the Wire

There’s power in this wire
The line is still alive
Flames dwell in fire
Do more than just survive

Tempered by time
Conquered the climb
Atoned my crime
Respite in rhyme

There’s power in this story
My end has not yet come
What if my humble glory
Is a life’s work total sum

Pray
Stay
Obey
Get gray

Then I’ve done my job today.

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Good News/Bad News

Bad News: You’ve been here before.

Good News: You’ve been here before.
So you know what not to do. And you’re still standing.
It’s going to be okay.


Good has gone away.
Bad has come to stay today.
Welcome good again.

Elderly Dragonfly

Oh, aged, fluttering Friend,
Your short, lovely life is about to end.

Perched upon my window sill,
Your lethargy reveals you are ill.

You linger and you long,
Not quite finished with your song.

When your life is almost over,
Why aren’t you dancing above the clover?

Instead, you visit me for one last glance.
My window–your funeral. Our last chance.

When humans are old and losing the world,
We sit and stare at Universe unfurled.

But you, my friend, stare back at me,
Waiting for Heaven to finally be free.

Did you have children? Did you find grace?
Did you ever find your very own space?

Thank you for spending your last minutes here.
I embrace your brave absence of fear.

Float on up. Flying is done.
Your winged race? Too-soon run.


Based on a story my husband just shared from work last night. I made the dragonfly in Photoshop from scanned ink textures and filter effects.

The Best

If you’re a llama?
Be the best llama you know.
Sorry, Non-llamas.


If you can’t be a llama, be the best version of yourself today. Or at least be a little better than yesterday–in understanding, patience or kindness. That’s what all these tomorrows are for.

Drawing credit: Jimmy King (dad)

Dolly Llama

So I did a really silly series except I only did one or two. So it’s not technically a series. Yet. So I’m coming back to those. This one (below) is Llama Doorjamb (Spoof of Lama Dorje from Little Buddha, one of my favorite movies. It’s not the best acting, think Chris Isaak, but it’s a great look at Buddha and his story). My daughter, Pencil Princess, drew him. He’s so friggin’ cute. She drew it several months ago, but it didn’t scan properly and we didn’t have time to go back and rescan.llama doorjamb.jpg

I mean NO disrespect to any Buddhists, Tibet or the Dalai Lama. In fact, the opposite. I have found many things in Buddhism that reinforce my Christian faith and help me overcome my weaknesses.

Things like, when a wave or storm comes at you, don’t be overwhelmed. Anticipate the wave, accept the wave, overcome the wave, be the wave, understand the wave. Help others who are drowning. And suffering. Stop suffering by letting go of needless desire. All very good advice and here is where Buddhism and Christianity overlap. How to be a better Buddhist, Christian, person.

This llama has that Bill Murray pout, the one he had in Caddyshack. I love it. Murray has that speech about talking with the Dalai Lama and reaching enlightment? He ends his brag with “So, I got that goin’ for me.”

This is my catchphrase as of late. Whenever I say something that sounds braggy or lame such as:

I just leveled up in Toy Blast!

or

Today, I didn’t almost-crap my pants!

I always follow those phrases up with “So, I got that goin’ for me.” in that sideways-Bill-Murray voice. And it always makes me happy to think of it.


So I usually dole out some silly wisdom or joke in these little asides. It’s more of a poem for my nugget of wisdom with a touch of silliness, and oh-so true for me lately:

I never thought it would happen.
But.
Turns out?
I’m an optimist!

LOL, this might be a new take on an old joke, but it’s how I’m feeling today.


Feel good about yourself today. No one else might! 🙂

Cuppa

Would you like a cup?
Freshly ground?
I’m spilling out your favorite.
Like to come up?
Do sit down.
Don’t just gulp, really savor it.

I call it Wisdom.

What do you reckon?
Have some more.
There’s plenty to go around.
Here’s your second.
Another pour.
The taste really does quite astound.

Hot and ready.
Free by the ounce.
Anyone can drink as much as they like.
Feeling unsteady?
By all accounts,
It’s the buzz about to strike.

Some people are immune.
They guzzle and swallow,
But they never realize the truth.
Feed them with a spoon.
Lead and they follow,
But they never cut that tooth.

You’re pretty rare–
A diamond in the rough.
You’re thirsty with questions for life.
You absolutely care,
Being not enough,
You dissect the world with a knife.

Drink up, my friend.

Unequipped

I don’t have a map.
I didn’t bring supplies.
I don’t have any answers
To why a relationship dies.

I don’t have instincts.
I don’t have a guide.
I never had a compass.
If they said I did, they lied.

I’m lost, just the same as you.
Please don’t let me lead.
If you choose to follow me,
You’re going to find yourself in need.

I don’t know why you lost
The most important thing you ever had.
I can tell you one thing,
It’s not because you’re bad.

We are often unprepared
To navigate the trip.
Don’t worry about the end.
Start walking unequipped.

We’d never go a single place
If we waited until we’re good.
Successful people find their way
And don’t ask permission if they should.

Do what you want.
Let control and circumstance go.
If people choose to stay?
Those are the ones to know.

Me-rror

I catch my reflection
In the shiny laptop screen.
I threw away the girl I was
In being just a teen.

Skin gone slack.
Life off track.
Stark and dark.
Taken aback.

But the eyes.
She’s still there.
The care and thought of
My singe-tinged stare.

And my smile.
Still turned.
In spite of all
The bridges I’ve burned.

You can’t stop the fire
And stomp in the ashes.
When you’re the one
Playing with matches.

Burnt to the ground,
My youth is gone.
Rising from what remains
Is the sun on the dawn.

Exuberance escapes
And with it my verve.
But age brings wisdom
And strong-willed nerve.

Do I have enough guts
To follow a dream?
When life is pulling
Apart at the seam.

So what if my chin
Is sagging a bit?
It’s not a question of beauty
But taking a hit.

Is that jaw strong?
Enough for a blow?
Sticking my neck out–
The only way to know.

So. I’m older. But bolder.
And I’ll just say thank you.
Age is a privelege
Achieved by so few.