Among the Woods

Among the woods you can lose yourself,

Hide,

Heal,

All the things that the forest itself does,

But above all, it resurrects.

Trees that stood,

Proud,

Strong,

Fell in their own time.

Wind, water, weather, rain,

Lightning,

Touched only by the hands of gods,

Rather than the hands of men.

Whether scorched, worn, beaten or broken,

That wood fosters transformation,

Changes the course of rivers,

Cradles and feeds new life from the body of

Fallen civilizations,

Bending the very light from the sky

To make magical that which someone

Once thought was merely ruined,

Living lives bigger and grander

Than any tale ever told,

Just like you.

Sunflower

Late summer traipses through the green, lengthy grass,

Second hand wicker baskets, vegetable beds and bare feet,

Standing in the last waning sunlight of the season,

Grateful for the blue sky, wispy white clouds, golden rays passing through that yellow sunflower, speaking volumes from the swing.

Silent Wood

Snow descends, stifles the sound, the hustle and bustle.

The stillness has its own heartbeat.

Safe behind glass, it’s magic descending from the sky.

Beneath my boots and in my hair, starlight, a silent blessing; fragments of spun sugar and glass, insulating the world, showing where I’ve been, where I’m going, where I’ve come from; transforming the world,

Grateful for the solitude, bliss though soiled around the edges, tinged with a bittersweet loneliness in a world that feels like no one can understand your soul, while simultaneously having the strongest connection to creation, right there, in that silent wood.

Le jardin – Shades of William Blake

The fold of a petal, the shelter of a flower;

The whole world shown within an hour.

This can’t help but remind me of one of my favorite poets:

Auguries of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand 
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage 
Puts all Heaven in a Rage 
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons 
Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions 
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate 
Predicts the ruin of the State 
A Horse misusd upon the Road 
Calls to Heaven for Human blood 
Each outcry of the hunted Hare 
A fibre from the Brain does tear 
A Skylark wounded in the wing 
A Cherubim does cease to sing 
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight 
Does the Rising Sun affright 
Every Wolfs & Lions howl 
Raises from Hell a Human Soul 
The wild deer, wandring here & there 
Keeps the Human Soul from Care 
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife 
And yet forgives the Butchers knife 
The Bat that flits at close of Eve 
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night 
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
He who shall hurt the little Wren 
Shall never be belovd by Men 
He who the Ox to wrath has movd 
Shall never be by Woman lovd
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly 
Shall feel the Spiders enmity 
He who torments the Chafers Sprite 
Weaves a Bower in endless Night 
The Catterpiller on the Leaf 
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief 
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly 
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh 
He who shall train the Horse to War 
Shall never pass the Polar Bar 
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat 
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat 
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song 
Poison gets from Slanders tongue 
The poison of the Snake & Newt 
Is the sweat of Envys Foot 
The poison of the Honey Bee 
Is the Artists Jealousy
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags 
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags 
A Truth thats told with bad intent 
Beats all the Lies you can invent 
It is right it should be so 
Man was made for Joy & Woe 
And when this we rightly know 
Thro the World we safely go 
Joy & Woe are woven fine 
A Clothing for the soul divine 
Under every grief & pine 
Runs a joy with silken twine 
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Throughout all these Human Lands 
Tools were made & Born were hands 
Every Farmer Understands
Every Tear from Every Eye 
Becomes a Babe in Eternity 
This is caught by Females bright 
And returnd to its own delight 
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar 
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore 
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath 
Writes Revenge in realms of Death 
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
Does to Rags the Heavens tear 
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun 
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more 
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands 
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands 
Or if protected from on high 
Does that whole Nation sell & buy 
He who mocks the Infants Faith 
Shall be mockd in Age & Death 
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt 
The rotting Grave shall neer get out 
He who respects the Infants faith 
Triumphs over Hell & Death 
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons 
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons 
The Questioner who sits so sly 
Shall never know how to Reply 
He who replies to words of Doubt 
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out 
The Strongest Poison ever known 
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown 
Nought can Deform the Human Race 
Like to the Armours iron brace 
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow 
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow 
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry 
Is to Doubt a fit Reply 
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile 
Make Lame Philosophy to smile 
He who Doubts from what he sees 
Will neer Believe do what you Please 
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt 
Theyd immediately Go out 
To be in a Passion you Good may Do 
But no Good if a Passion is in you 
The Whore & Gambler by the State 
Licencd build that Nations Fate 
The Harlots cry from Street to Street 
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet 
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse 
Dance before dead Englands Hearse 
Every Night & every Morn 
Some to Misery are Born 
Every Morn and every Night 
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to sweet delight 
Some are Born to Endless Night 
We are led to Believe a Lie 
When we see not Thro the Eye 
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light 
God Appears & God is Light 
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night 
But does a Human Form Display 
To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Symbiosis

Organisms are dependent upon each other for survival, even when they do not realize it, but no more so than (hu)man.

Does the tree feel the moss? Does it ever feel angry that the moss grows against its bark, or does it radiate joy amongst the xylem and phloem, knowing it is supporting another life, nourishing, sustaining?

Does the moss know the tree is alive? Does it attach gently, as the hand of a child or the caress of a lover? Does it obtain consent or innocently alight? Is it frightened it will hurt the tree, and guards its own growth? Or is it blind to how it affects its home, until it finally consumes it all, like a human, hungrily gobbling up the planet…earth, air, water, sky…greedily, oblivious, angry at its lack of connection, as it slowly destroys what it wants most, and has had best, cradling this creature since it first drew breath?

Music: Meg Myers – “Running Up That Hill”

In this Kate Bush cover, Meg Myers sucks you in, your soul resonating and you don’t quite know why. Meg is both faithful to and surpasses the original hit from 1985, with a driving passion that merges the synth-pop of the 1980’s flawlessly with the resurgent music technologies of present day, a driving beat that makes you both cry and tap your foot, while threatening to pull your still beating heart straight out of your chest for its depth and honesty.

While a quick Google search shows that this song is about two lovers, who are in danger of being overwhelmed and overcome by their love, fear and their inability to understand one another (been there), acknowledging the same connection, Meg takes it a step further, being quoted from her website as saying:

“Growing up, I was never really interested in covering other artist’s music.” Meg explains, “I always wanted to write my own songs because I knew I could only sing music and lyrics that were truly authentic, from my heart (and also would have to make sense with my deep voice). Well, then I discovered Kate Bush’s ‘Running up that Hill,’ which for years has resonated with my soul like nothing ever before. What if we could experience role reversal? What would it be like living in each other’s shoes? I think we would find a lot more compassion for one another and a passion for kindness and truth. This song to me, represents an opening of our hearts and a possibility of acceptance for all. And to me, this is an important message for the world we are living in right now.””

Did you hear that?

Open your hearts. Swim in compassion. Practice kindness and truth. Acceptance for all.

Live. Breathe. Learn. Create. Empower. Impassion. Believe. Give back. Be kind. Understand. Stronger together. Always.

 

Lyrics written by: Kate Bush

It doesn’t hurt me

Do you wanna feel how it feels?
Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I’m making?
You
It’s you and me
And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
See if I only could, oh
You don’t wanna hurt me
But see how deep the bullet lies
Unaware I’m tearing you asunder
Oh, there is thunder in our hearts
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Well tell me, we both matter, don’t we?
You
It’s you and me
It’s you and me won’t be unhappy
And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that building
Say, if I only could
You
It’s you and me
It’s you and me won’t be unhappy
Oh c’mon, baby, c’mon darling
Let me steal this moment from you now
C’mon, angel, c’mon, c’mon, darling
Let’s exchange the experience, oh
And if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
I’d be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems
So if I only could
I’d make a deal with God
And I’d get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
With no problems
So if I only could
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that road
Be running up that hill
Be running up that hill

Music: SHAED – “Trampoline”

When asked about the meaning of this song, by Kenan Draughorne of OnesToWatch.com, lead singer, Chelsea Lee, said:

“There’s a home video of Max and Spencer [bandmates…her fiance & his brother] jumping on a trampoline when they were kids. The footage is grainy and distorted though, so it almost feels like you are witnessing a dream when you watch it. This track is about a girl stuck in a nightmare, who is experiencing that pinnacle moment when you feel completely enveloped by this sense of loss and dread. What if you could embrace that feeling?”

This one speaks to me loudly today. Most of the readers won’t know that I am currently undergoing treatment for PTSD, a diagnosis that took more than a couple decades to come to light. This feeling she speaks of is one I am intimately aware of, and which I have to continuously revisit, evaluate, and unpack almost daily on my journey of healing. It’s not easy…but sometimes you have to let it wash over you so you can finally process it. You have to surrender, even when you’re terrified.

 

“Trampoline”

(Written by Chelsea Lee, Max and Spencer Ernst with Alex Mendoza)

I’ve been havin dreams
Jumpin on a trampoline
Flippin in the air
I never land just float there
As I’m looking up
Suddenly the sky erupts
Flames alight the trees
Spread to fallin leaves
Now they’re right upon me

Wait if I’m on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved

I’ve been having dreams
Splashin in a summer stream
Trip and I fall in
I wanted it to happen
My body turns to ice
Crushin weight of paradise
Solid block of gold
Lying in the cold
I feel right at home

Wait if I’m on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved

Wait if I’m on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved

I never feel so loved

La la la la laa
La la la la laa lala
La la la la laa
La la la la laa laa

Wait if I’m on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so

Wait if I’m on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved

Journey

It was then that I realized…
Perhaps the tang,
Soul-splitting longing,
Desolate despair,
Was not the gut-wrenching loss of my lover’s arms,
But of not being sheltered by my Goddess’s winged embrace,
For in my survival-desperation to leave him behind,
So too did I deny She who heals all wounds with her rich waters,
She our strongest bond.
And so, the torrent began again,
The Tear opened once more,
For if the mortal wound is to properly heal,
I will have to begin the journey all over again.