The Swim – an #improv #poem
relationship
Two – a #poem
Two intrepid Harbingers of anticipatory cusps Zip surreptitiously Over torpid landscapes. “Blah!” Shouts one. “Bliss!” The other. ~ Spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2013, 2015 by muz4now, Inc.
Heartburn – a poem by Stan Stewart
I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is breaking thinking of the relationships I have betrayed over the years (And continue to betray) with whatever level of intention or unintentionality I have brought to them I have heartburn and what I mean by that is that my heart is
Following and Leading (part 3 of 5)
Creativity at its best is a matter of following and leading. I learned about “following and leading” from InterPlay where this is one of the basic forms or practices. The rules are simple enough: participants chose to either follow or lead at any given moment. When leading, I initiate. I start from nothing. When following, I imitate. Since
Celebrating the Light – Samhain and Halloween
Last night, an awesome group of people (that I get to “play” with almost every week) were part of an incredible Samhain celebration at Columcille Megalith Park. Each of them — Anita, Brad, Brian, Heidi, Jill, Patti, Sage, Sue, Susan, and Susanne — were brilliant (if you’ll pardon the pun) as Light Beings for the festive
My idea of a great birthday
Sunday was my birthday. I could have chosen to make it special by doing something completely different from normal. So, I did and I didn’t. I started my morning off in the usual way: coffee and a morning meditation. It was normal. Which made it special. I realized that I’m doing so much of what I’ve
Poem 0189: Family
There are ever-expanding Circles that I am part of. Some encompass just you and me. Others? The whole race. I long to be part of that more Giant whole and often sense The grace in that. Other times, that global circle Is too much abstraction and I long only to join with you In mutual
Poem 0188: Love’s Object
What happens when A heart is filled With longing But its object Is nowhere To be found? ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2012 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 188/1,000
radical renewal
“We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.” ~ Carl Jung
Poem 0183 of 1,000: icy rain
When warm (Or even temperate) Rain raps on the roof, It provides a reassuring Rhythm that soothes. When Winter-chilled rain Taps it’s icy fingers on Window panes, It does not soothe nor Reassure. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.