a funk, a flower, & a fiery election

I take relief in the above from Follow your Dreams.

Am in a bit of a funk today.
But that's okay, you know?

I woke up, from a rough night's sleep
broken and restless and nightmares...

Chris does too.
There is some relief in that.

Both waking in a funk,
still getting over our throaty sneeziness,
feeling tired and depressed,
emotional,
cosmically ju-jued,
drained.

But at least we're in it together.
I have my companion in funk~iness,
And we are gentle in it.
We know that this too will pass,
that the rollercoaster will turn skyward again.

Then today, at work, watching the elections unfold.
Depressing. A see-saw of emotions.
I can't believe people are still voting for him! WTF!

I had to take breaks from the election.
It became too much.
When the bushface began to break free,
I let go.

Let go, and let life be.
What will be, will be.

I think the world does have to change.
And it may just have to do it the hard way.
I'm not just talking about the prophecies of John Titor,
I'm talking about us losing our way as a human race.
Taking so much from this earth and not giving back.
We can't continue living the way we are now.
We can't.
Things will change. They have to change.

I am sad, determined, quietly joyful, respecting, afraid.
Change. Yes.
With or without Kerry, it is coming.


Yes, I am in a funk. I am reflecting. I am election-ed out.
I am taking consolation in the picture of a flower and a quote.
'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.

changes inside out

"Change your thoughts, and you change your world."
- Norman Vincent Peale


Tis the season of birthdays, and change.
Birth, death, rebirth, growth...
an endless cycle which renews my spirit.
A thousand lifetimes in one.

Both me and Chris' birthdays are rapidly approaching,
and with it brings the winds of renewal.
Darling Deb tells me the time before a birthday is filled with change.
Seeing those things that no longer serve you,
and moving into those which do.

Yesterday, I had my haircut for the first time this year.
I have so long wanted it and wished it to be long to be Godiva~like, mermaid~like, goddess~like...
And it was finally getting close to that point...
but alas.
It was not healthy.
In order for it to grow more, it needed to be cut.

A funny irony isn't it?

So as the hairdresser took off an inch yesterday (an inch ~ a whole inch ~ how long it takes me to grow an inch!)
I tried not to think about how short it would be,
on how I already didn't like it
on all the lacks and the negatives off the situation.

I kept trying to think however,
that by cutting off those dead parts,
I was making way for new, more lifely ones.
How a new haircut might be just what I needed
A fresh breeze.

Leaps of Faith.
Even if it's only in cutting one's hair.

(It did work out fine. I like it!)

Then, last night, as we sat at the dining table, we looked about the room.
A feature wall of postcards. Photographs. Posters. Maps.
Things we've been collecting since we moved here.
And suddenly, we both knew ~ it had to go.
So postcard by postcard, piece by piece,
we dismantled our coloured paper shell.
Took it all off.
Without thinking, we knew it was that had to be done.
Our kitchen and living area is now bare.
The pale blank walls are confronting, refreshing, a blank canvas.
Making room for new things...
and leaving behind that which no longer serves us.

This weekend, we will buy some canvases.
We will paint on them, and stroke by stroke,
create a different world.


Little things these are, yes.
A haircut and wall hangings.
But they are big things too.
They are the gentle waves which indicate
a stronger current beneath.

When we change our outside world,
our inside world can't help but follow.

The Horse and the Puddle

"Bringing the horse to water" by Rose McGurran

Inspired, immensely inspired
by Lisa Marie's latest published work ~
a poem called
The Horse and the Puddle.

Go see.

My favourite words:

It rained last night.
Not a mist you drink; it rained a whole song.

Congratulations LM.

Beautiful, just beautiful.

~~~

As an aside...
found some beautiful websites
in my adventures for the right art to put on this post.
Gorgeous horse pics here.
Utah photos here.
Wild horse spirit organisation here.