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At Home with the Lovers of the Earth

by the fire
with the earth lovers
and a rising moon

the Garden Poet pulls red hot rocks
by pitchfork
from glowing coals
each one with its own shape
and story

I brush the embers away
with purple ti leaves
as the pulsing porous surface dazzles
the darkness
like some space stone from afar
ancient
all knowing

inside the arches
of tied guava saplings
we sit and sweat
with these keepers of time

every drop of our perspiration
releases to the solid soil
supporting
just beneath us

lemon basil floats
in our water calabash
and with every prayer
is the casting of spray upon stone
punctuating the thick air
in the zesty garden steam of green
rising in heated refreshment

tonight
a homecoming
remembrance of connection
all things earthly serve
gifting us
may I never again forget my nature
forever giving thanks

outside the womby lodge
water cools
fire warms
moon illumines
aloe soothes
lemon refreshes
garden greens nourish
terra firma holds our feet

until I lay down by the fire
and let the whole earth
hold my whole body
drift off to sleep
warm in the moonlight
fully fed
with the lovers of the earth

courtesty of bobaliciouslondon
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Click and Cross the Bridge

Trying to exist between two cyber worlds, I realize I can’t keep it separate.  There’s the Archives here, where I loyally pen (or type) the Daily Chronicles.  And then there is my more neglected, but loved-no-less, Music as Medicine page, dedicated to my radio program and all things musical.

Certainly, the Citizen Cope post would have been ideal for Music as Medicine.  But it found itself onto the Archives instead.  And this morning, I’m posting playlists from yesterday’s radio show with inclinations to just direct Archive readers to that page for the day.  (Check it out.  I even share links to free music downloads).

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One day, all will be united.  In one beautiful and seamless, ethereal space, all aspects will merge to include music, art, photography, poetry and prose.  Until then, these realms are linked by mouse clicks.

So, I invite you to click and cross the bridge that spans between explorations of the profound in the mundane (For the Archives) and doses of the sonic elixir (Music as Medicine).  Happy Travels!

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Sorting the Junk Drawer

“He who would travel happily must travel light.” — Antoine de St. Exupery

I’m in the realms of sorting junk drawers, if this is any indication to my state of mind.

(I know there's big demand to steal my junk drawer shot) Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved

I’m living in a world of keep, recycle, give away, or trash.  There’s no room for hesitancy here.  Little time for sentimentality.  I’m moving, and what’s  kept must be schlepped so it better be worth its weight.  Bagfuls of “so-so’s” have been heaved out the door.

I’m thinking of a lean, mean (well, not-so-mean), streamlined machine.  If there’s a knot let’s untangle it.  A tight muscle, let’s stretch it.  Dead weight, let’s cut it.  And if it’s helping, let’s nurture it.  Whatever it takes to make things smooth, I’m for it.

I’m in that no-nonsense mood.  No room for anybody throwing marbles in my path.  I’m fine to forge this trek on my own – I can sort and haul my own junk drawer.  But unless you’ve got a machete and some empty, willing hands, I’d rather not dally.

I sound uppity, I know.  It’s just my sorting mood.

It’s what happens when you assess your stuff.  Realize that “so-so” doesn’t cut it.  “Kinda” wastes your time.  It’s quality not quantity and you don’t really need very much.

Just enough of everything that fully functions.  Each item earns its place through contribution.

What I keep is my choice and I’m left to house it.  So here’s to traveling light and easy movement.  (And the ideal promise of an ever-organized junk drawer!)