In this alpha state
I feel only love
My light shines purely
As this white poppy.
Crinkled in all the right places
Love streaming through the crevices
by God’s life sustaining dirt.
Each day is a chance
to grab onto life’s raft
The ride that just keeps moving
Through all the darkest moments
And the greatest joys,
It just keeps plowing on
Moving through thickened winter ice
Breaking into small pieces
Steadily, slowly, keeping on.
Be with me
it sings into the ice filled air.
I am never full, there is always room for you
I am your journey that pulls you into each day
Or leaves you far behind upon the shore
And yet I come for you each day
Gently beckoning you to take the ride.
Join me sweet child.
Feeling all there is to feel,
Loving all the different kinds of weather
Beaming love into each port.
It is a light filled raft
An open boat unto the sun
My skin is singed and torched with your love
An ever present moment of feeling
That I am not alone
In this sea of nothingness
In this air of not knowing
Felt the salty ocean spray
On my fingers and my nose
I was standing on the edge.
The ferry pushed and tugged me on.
The joy I felt inside myself
As I looked at her in awe
Closer and closer we ferried
To see the lady in the harbor.
On the island I could see her face
Her noble chiseled jaw
Her eyes were staring straight ahead
A mighty torch she held
To burn away the suffering,
the malice and the hate.
To purify the air
Of our every selfish thought.
I feel the freedom in the air
Her protection and her strength.
Equality and love for all
She beams across the harbor.
We must fight to keep alive.
Those ideals that brought us here.
Inside her iron frame
The many stairs I climb
My heart is beating fast
My breath is keeping up.
Higher and higher we go
Reaching single file stairs.
I feel the sweat, the tears, the shame
Of those who’ve gone before.
Their love, their hopes, their families
She holds them all so dear
And at the top inside her crown
I see the book she holds.
It makes me feel so safe inside.
The book is never wavering
From the page that she is on.
The torch is always burning.
Every day she keeps us pure.
The wind is whistling through her
As she holds the steady gaze
And doesn’t move a muscle
To keep us safe from storms.
I’m glad I’ve made this journey.
And I’ll hold it in my heart.
Till this world becomes a safer place.
A sweeter, gentler, soft embrace.
A caring loving, kinder face.
I have been to the Statue of Liberty 3 times. And I am not done yet. She always transforms and moves me. These trips help me to hold on to my dream of a world so deeply bound by love, and connection, that there will be always be enough. For everyone. Let us make it happen.
I had a most amazing experience at my art fair in Holy Hill, Wisconsin. It was on the grounds of a beautiful church atop a 1350 foot tall hill, with a panoramic view of Wisconsin. It is the home of the Discalced Carmelite Friars. (discalced means barefoot). This was my first overnite stay before an art fair. I had never traveled that far before. Continue reading