The Wet World

Does it have to be true?
That sons and daughters of the light
The warm fertile valleys of a millenia ago
Who felt the warmth of summer
Year round
On their backs and shoulders
On their bellies lying in meadows
While making love
Those whose sweat was as natural as Breathing
Have to go into hiding when
The skies cloud up?

Does major depression have to ensue
On dreary days when chill causes
Sweaters to come on
And cups of tea and coffee are
God-sends?

I admit
As such a daughter
I fly high on warm cloudless days
When heat is seen in shimmers
Across the desert
And night is an old friend
Who scampers out to dance
Under a silver moon

But these mountains need water
And so I celebrate with them
The bear the mountain goat
The dear the mountain lion
The mystic wolf
If he still lives here
(which I think he does)
Rejoice
Berries grow
Streams swell
So yes yes
Bring it on
The juice box of life
The rain
In torrents
Descending from cracks in the sky
Onto the parched parched
Earth

Chunky Legs and All

Ha ten minutes to midnight! I made it to day 3 of the "in the now" posts. Today my head is filled with biology . I whipped through a three hour audio book : The Biology of Belief by Bruce Lipton PhD. Too much information to even begin to create the highlights . I will say that it is a must for folks who want to know how we went from the Inquisition to Energy medicine and beyond. And where my chunky legs comes in is this. Something I do remember. Babies that are born with bigger arms and legs could indicate extreme negative emotions coming from the mom while the baby was in utero. Wow! And why? Because of the survival mechanism that says Run! ...triggered by fear. The blood reroutes to the limbs. If that happens on a continuous basis while tissue is still growing at a rapid rate then thunder thighs ensue.  What a breath if fresh air for some reason that I know this now. No diss to my wonderful mum whom I love dearly. This means she was human after all. :)

Up Close and Personal

Today walking fast up the mountain
In a place untamed
Frazzled
Seeking shelter
Trying to flee.

But we try
Oh how we try
To calm it down
These wild places around us
Inside us,

To fit our needs
Our motorcycles and cups of coffee
Our cold feet and television

And the tree
Cares not
For blisters
For barking dogs
And demanding children

I am a place untamed
When I visit you
When I crouch down low
And see your world
From ankle high
And dirt and rock and brush and grass
Are my neighbors.

Dear tree
Your indifference is
My own to claim

When I do not feel your love
It is because the world of man
Inside me
Has come undone.

In The Swimming Pool

Hello there. This is the first day of the "in the now" writing i will post daily here on my blog, Dauphine Dreams. Enjoy!

Today I saw a former student through a haze of fog and water, looking tentative by the side if the pool. His mother looked on, looking bored, kind of looked like she was going to cry. I wonder why? The petite young woman who I thought was swimming on her own was his instructor and I recalled as I watched them frolic...The half smile on the face of the boy I recalled from the classroom. That's the look he has when he is interested in something new. He has others, this boy, especially the one when he talks about working with bees. He is a beekeeper, a noble stewart, this eight year old child. He once brought honey in tiny jars as a snack for us all to enjoy. His eyes go to the meadow, to the hives when he speaks of them. In the middle of the classroom, hand on the pencil, he does not do his work but talks - story about which of the colony perished and why and how to handle the smoke can and which bee box is the healthiest. And what could I do but listen to such wisdom? And now in the pool, out of his woodsy element, trying something new. This brave boy is learning how to swim. :)