For What It’s Worth

it’s thoughts that wake you
those uninvited guests
dropping by
during dreamtime
bearing rousing lists
taxes
insurance
accounts

they are the unexpected dinner guests
that came too early
and won’t stop talking
and they want you to think
they are all
important

you’re feeling taxed
and understanding
nothing
is really
insured
living
is your accounting

those dreamtime crashers
may have stirred you
but it’s poetry that’s worth getting up for

what matters is that cheddar-colored crescent
hanging
just outside your window
tangled with the clouds

escort those unsolicited
callers
to the door
though they’ll leave
their party favors
brightly packaged and empty
inside

invite the moon into your dwelling
and your dreams
this is your accounting
for all
of what it’s worth

photo courtesy of HA! Designs
photo courtesy of HA! Designs

Cattywampus

Cattywampus.

That’s the word I woke to this morning. There it was, like some kind of dictate, skittling about, all askew in my just-waking mind.

It’s a Dad word. Some adjective he’ll toss out once in a while to describe something not quite in order.

No school today for Jeb. He rode as a passenger. I attempted to execute errands. Providence, it just scoffed at plans.

Three scheduled meetings cancelled, and I discovered the health insurance company has been trying to call me for three weeks but dialing the wrong phone number.

I kick myself only after being excessively honest to the medical reviewer by disclosing I had mono when I was fifteen. A minor fact that is something, like, twenty-five years long-since past. Talk about over-sharing.

2013-03-22merlin_guitarThere was no traditional 4am post to the Archives this morning. Heck, I’m here drinking coffee at 6:20 pm, while a precocious rooster chick stares at me, chirping from a nearby perch in my living room. Huh?

Am I suggesting that, perhaps, there was some harbinger of the day with that whispered word the minute I woke? Maybe.

Here I am, at day’s end calling on the Muse. Trying to write something meaningful about how today has been just a little different than the norm.

My iTunes library is on shuffle (though, I never usually listen to music and write). In this moment, what’s been selected is a Jeb single from the Black Eyed Peas, “Boom Boom Pow”.

Like I said, cattywampus.

courtesy of www.blackeyedpeas.com
courtesy of http://www.blackeyedpeas.com

 

Post Script to Working Title

PSAt 2:39am I wake thinking about my most recent musings on the dreamy life of being a housewife (see Working Title).

I wonder if I’ve simply become shallow. Fallen prey to a Western perspective of infinite resources and entitled abundance which has completely narrowed my view to a series of “I wants.” I fear I may have lost touch with the essence of sheer existence on this planet. Forgetting that I am but a mere mortal clinging to the surface of the earth, lucky to be breathing and having any form of sustenance to support my little life.

So I dig deeper.

What I find beneath the collection of “I wish I had…” (more time at home, more space in the day, less distraction) is an arrow pointing toward, what I think, may be one, fundamental human need. A requirement that arises after the basics – food, water, shelter – have been met. And that is to live a life that is in alignment with what one values. A need to live true. True to our hearts.

Different strokes for different folks, and certain values may vary from person to person. But what I suspect, as I look around at my fellow humans, is that many of us are living a life that is not quite in line with whatever it is that we hold most dear. That through circumstance and our present economic structure, many are forcing themselves to adapt to a life that feels foreign to their basic nature.

I realize that for an unemployed person, hopeful for any opportunity for work, my trite piece on the desire to be a housewife may sound luxurious. But on further introspection, what I see behind my words is a longing to live my life the way that feels most natural, most in line with everything I cherish.

For me, those precious things are home, garden, family, art.

It may be easy to say that these yearnings are like wanting to have the cake a la mode and eat it too. That one should just be happy that they have a job, a roof over their head, food on the table. Yes, I am very grateful for these things. There have been times in my life when some of those were not so easily attainable.

But what would the world look like if we set our sights a little higher? If the basics were established for everyone and we could move on to living life that expressed each of our unique talents and gifts? Everyone of us has something great to contribute to the whole. I believe our hearts’ desires are the compass points, there to help us find our way in gifting that.

Maybe my Working Title piece was a bit of a laugh on myself that, perhaps, my greatest desire is to inhabit the simple (sometimes unfairly ranked) existence of a “housewife”. Albeit an artistic one.

I guess this post script is here to chronicle my deeper ponderings on the question of whether I’m caught with the case of the ‘want mores’ or if there’s something deeper tugging at my spirit.

I’ll continue to reflect on these deep thoughts.

But before things get too philosophical, I’ll offer up my next Archive post, The Poo Pile: the superficial musings on the crappy side of being married to a farmer.