Awakened in the middle of the night By that call that I knew could come And which I hoped would not I am stretched beyond my best self. This awakening has drawn me into The wired state of mind where Everything and nothing are important And not important. Where the knowing That I should go […]
squirm the way the TV surgery shows do with “just the right amount” of blood squirm the way a parent can make a child feel when they question behavior or even when an adult just makes a (unintentionally loaded) suggestion squirm to get your spine moving and blood flowing to get your emotion in motion
Imagine for a moment that it’s blogging day and nothing is coming to the blogger. It’s not that nothing is going on. It’s just the “what to blog about” question. Now, imagine that the blogger is me. No imagination required, actually. It’s sort of like the white space on a whiteboard. It’s perfectly fine. In fact,
As much as we humans may fight it, right now – the present moment – is the only moment we have. It’s etched in the words of the philosophers and 12-step programs. “One day at a time.” My core artistry is music. And I’m often a perfectionist about it. The trick is that my voice
Spilling over to feeling contentment — Dread can no longer hold its sway — Waters of hope and longing and being Wash the well-known “lonely” away. Present to wonders of being the in breath: Simple reminders of compassion’s time. Rising and falling, the belly reminds us Of rhythms suspended like poems that don’t rhyme. ~
dragonflies run in circles do cartwheels around each other around the lilypads around the lilies that rise above them dragonflies rise high above anything imaginable to this kayak-bound frog ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Today, if I could be any creature of my choosing, I would choose the dragonfly: For when I watch them circling about — buffeting against one other — I am drawn into their play and I long to be part of it. I know that in my current body That is not possible. So, for
Inspiration. Is it something to wait for? or look for? I used to think that if I just waited long enough, inspiration would come to me. It was a sort of “the-world-owes-me-a-living” approach to the muse. As if being an artist was enough to inform the world that I would need bursts of revelation and
I started the day, Head down. I was lookin’ way Toward frown. Walkin’ and wakin’, Head down. Avenues shakin’ Toward frown. One little change made All right. Open eyes parade New sight. Turn my head to sun; All right. Sadness changed to fun New sight. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011 by Music for
In-between, there is that temperature: Frozen water begins to drip And liquid water begins to freeze. Whatever its state, the water Does not anticipate the change. It simply flows or hardens As the in-between requires Of it. As if it were an artist Responding to inspiration, The ice or fluid begins to take On the
