I’m thrilled to performing this weekend at Winds of Change in Courtenay (Saturday at 4pm). I will showcase original songs exploring the metaphysical pathways of real love, how to navigate its terrors and pains as well as receive and believe in an ever-expanding universe of deepening trust. Love is a profoundly transformational journey, the most rewarding and frightening path there is, and for those of us who choose it, the risks are well worth the rewards.

We all love falling in love with ‘the One’, that magical feeling of total merging, bonding with another human, being completed by your soulmate. Life is all about happy ever after once you have that experience. Isn’t it?

Not really. Falling in love is only the beginning. Love’s Heaven, when it’s deep and real, the sort that begins with that utter bliss of deep meeting your own perfect ‘other’, the one you feel safe and at home with, your best friend and boon companion, can become Hell when the beloved become the hated Other in a flash.
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I am here
you can’t see me
the light through my cracks
distracts from my face
but I’m here
patiently radiating
awaiting the day
flower faces
turn my way
and I may become myself
at last, blessed
child of Light

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i thought i knew
was on a path
it led into this cavern
crammed with golden strands
woven by fate-spiders
no passage here
this end is dead
i must remain
wrapped in tangled webs
i read my future
in their weavings
oh! such mysteries resolve
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Update: Yipes, I posted the wrong song link… I’ve corrected it, you can find the actual song here. Sorry about that…

This song has possessed me. New songs can do that, but this one especially. It’s rare for me to write songs inspired by a world situation; I’m normally more self and relationship-focused and inward-looking with my songwriting. Only three times have world events inspired me to write a song.

The first song, ‘The Women Are Rising,’ was inspired by the Montreal Massacre… the second, ‘Red Hands‘ (this version is from the TreeRoots Revolution CD, “Deeper Than Grass“) was written the day after they started bombing Afghanistan.

My newest song, which I wrote yesterday, is called “The Story in My Head” and you can hear it here. I posted the lyrics in a previous post, here.
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The parameters for the poems are arbitrary; I look at the photo and write from the voice that I hear from that particular face, the emotion expressed, and I stop writing when I’ve come to the bottom of the photo. It seems to work out pretty well so far.

do not disturb me
for anything less
than a change
in fundamental
laws for
the way it has been
has killed me
too many times
there must be room
for my heart
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It’s a little past the New Year, but I feel like taking on another daily challenge, or as close to daily as I can manage (giving myself lots of rope). My photography project (the arty self-portraits) for this year is to focus on expressing emotion through the photos.

That seemed to invite joining poetry with the photos, which serves the bonus purpose of keeping me writing. Here’s the first few installments.

frozen heart

Sad eyes
gaze quizzical
from bluezone
distances
hope froze over
long ago
and now
nothing ever happens
her veins have changed
from hot flood
to lacy traceries
no more beating heart
Continue reading “my project for 2010″

[update] as I’m prone to do, I’ve rewritten the lyrics fairly extensively after the first round… this version is, I think, pretty close to its final form.

It’s the Capricorn New Moon tonight. As I hoped, I found a song to write for Haiti.

The Story in My Head

there’s a story in my head, and this is how it goes
we start at the beginning, go as far as we can go
and we grow in all directions, and we struggle for our pay
like a mismatched collection of scenes from a pointless play
and it’s too much work, too hard, I give up
and then I die

there’s a story in my head, and this is how I know
the end is the beginning, and what I see is so
and what I dream is real, and who I am is how I feel
and you know that you should let me, you should let me be real
it’s too much work, too hard, I give up
and then you die
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Apparently I haven’t been posting often enough to keep up with my daily art photos over on flickr; I’m way behind now. So I’m going to just post them all and get them out of the way. This way I can post them in a larger size too. Photo essay!

I’ve started the next year’s worth of photos already and I’d like to start the new year without being way behind on the last year. And I want to show them ALL! Unfortunately, this blogging software doesn’t allow me to effectively display photos; in particular, I can’t post captions under a particular photo. If you’re interested in seeing captions, you can click on a given image and go see the original caption on my flickr page.

And if you just want to see the originals for the last half-year on flickr in a nice slideshow, you can go here:

Continue reading “photo show for the end of 2009″

It’s a new day, a new year, a new decade in a next-to-new millennium, and I must be excited by this at a purely body level because I woke very early this morning (before dawn) despite going to be very late and have not been able to fall asleep again. I surrendered at last, and rose at 8:30 to consider this thing, this new thing I’m in, this new life.

This could be the beginning of something utterly unprecedented in my own life and in human history. Then again, it might be more of the same old, same old stuff on a greater scale. It’s entirely up to me and up to us on a macro / world / political level.

There is something coming up this year that astrologers have been calling the ‘Cardinal Climax’ and I’ve been talking about it to my astrology students for a few months now. It’s an opportunity for a profound new awakening, or perhaps disaster of epic proportions. Yikes!
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written at midnight Christmas Eve…

Beneath the Christmas Branch

Beneath the Christmas branch
I linger on the eve of magic promised long ago
Still waiting for wonder to stun me into
waking from the dream of lack and fear,
I put in time until Santa is proved
or until I die, whichever arrives first

Will a burst of colour explode the sky
into faces and flowers, reflections of
Powers long thought lost, faeries flitting
between motes of light so bright Continue reading “a Christmas poem”