My Voice

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Oh, this trembling uncertainty,
wanting a place
to voice my feelings
in this chaotic seeming world.

I follow my heart.
I follow my dream,
as the gibbon moon crosses
high in the sky –
I dream of beauty and love.

A voice out of somewhere asks:
What have you to give songsmith?

I reply that
I am finding my voice
and bringing you my harmonies
and rhythms
in this disharmony,
I Am

Self Acknowledgement

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2017 is just in its infancy, and I’m embarking on creating a new music CD, and what’s coming up is this inner voice of holding on and self-criticism which is saying that what who I am and what I’m doing “is not good enough”. I say to it, “Enough”. It’s been a challenging time caring and working with someone, but I’m on the other side of that assignment, and it feels good and I can acknowledge myself and her for the time spent. Rather than the critical thinking and self-criticism from my early conditioning in growing up, I am practicing love, self-acknowledgement and acknowledgement of others more in my life this year. This will move me ahead on my music project and in my life this year.

Criticism has been a familiar aspect of the American social environment, especially in its blatant exposure in last year’s political race and beyond. I don’t believe criticism helps to heal or unite us personally or socially, rather it divides us up culturally, racially, economically, or in other ways. It lifts up one point of view and downgrades and attempts to discredit another. That is not what I believe or will stand for.

Stories and Memories

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Stories of me
and stories of you
Stories of red
and stories of blue
Some a little fictitious,
Some of them all true.

Stories of wisdom
Stories of learning.
Stories of darkness
and stories of yearning.

Times full of Mystery
not knowing what to do.
Stories of me,
and stories of you.

Stories of danger
and stories of risk
Searching our memories
So deep and rich.

Stories with music
where harmony reined
Stories of feeling good
Stories of pain.

Stories of growing
and then of digression.
These are our lives
All wanting expression.

Being a Pathfinder

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Being a Pathfinder

I guess you could call my statement here a declaration of intention for my life.

We are all creative beings in some way, form, or fashion. That, for me, is what defines the being in human being. In our time we have been given new, fantastic media to utilize. I chose to be a participant with my creative talents in this available media rather than a couch potato or always just a spectator for someone else’s talents. This is what following my heart and living my dream means to me. I can follow this intention in the area of health, love and relationship, creative work, and whatever else is in my life path. I can be a pathfinder for myself and others.

This is an open dialogue, I welcome your comments. What do you think?  What inspires you to take action in your life?

Home Is Where My Being Is

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Oh, you’re a holiday

Oh, you’re a holiday

Now it’s my turn to say

and I say, “You’re a holiday.”

—————— the Bee Gees

Holiday inns and ways
to escape
the core of my being
the life in my days-

There’s dialogue with others
There’s hope midst despair
There’s love in my living
Not getting stuck in repair-

So, I’m singing my song
Painting my poem
There’s love in my living
when I am being home .

From “Heart Spirit – Freeing Our Poetic voice”

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Van Gogh’s Thoughtful Spot

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The plaque explained that Van Gogh would go daily and sit by a fountain in the middle of town, his Thoughtful Spot, to sketch people as they walked by.

I looked back at his paintings around the room with new appreciation. He had the ability to paint like Rembrandt, but that was not the art that poured from his soul.

Each day he sat in his Thoughtful Spot watching people, sketched hands, and dreamed. Then he returned to his studio and chose to fill the canvas with extravagant beauty.

All writers need a Thoughtful Spot to sit, ponder, and soak in the world around us.

Where’s yours?