thank you st. john's wort for a quake-free sleep last night. kitty slept tightly curled at my belly all night and i woke up this morning feeling restored and focused. i've been losing sleep for the past year and i think it's beginning to register in my nerve endings. thank goodness for sleepytime tea, lavender baths, a dose of some good herbs like valerian and passionroot. i'm steering clear of starbucks for at least a week!
i don't know who to be more happy for. multimedia artist heather haley has released her first spoken word cd:
"surfing season" which includes eleven poems and one song. you can listen to several selections on her fabulous website or purchase her new book of poems "sideways" from anvil press. heather is an amazing artist who lives in canada who has been instrumental in bringing poetry video to the forefront of public attention. i adore her.
i'm also thrilled for vik bennett and her talented crew up in the u.k. who just created the awesome
"wild women press" which just released several outstanding chapbooks of poetry as part of their "wild women series one" poetry collection. i was so happy to be able to read and review a couple of books for them, including rhiannon hooson's mythological puzzle, "this reckless beauty" and vik bennett's sensual and mysterious, "fragile bodies". good stuff!
i'm so utterly inspired by these dynamic women! be wild!
i have desires. lately i have not been able to detach myself from certain outcomes. i am haunted sometimes by winning and losing. i stumble in the dark at night hoping to find solace in dreams--in calm. but i wake up and i'm still needy. still filled with uncertainty. still afraid. i can write a poem and process it. use this blog as a device for self-inquiry. but i still want. and with wanting there is pain. no buddha sits on my shoulder tonight. i turn away from silence. watch jacques torres on the food network make chocolate ladyfingers. i listen to an old joan armatrading cd. anything to keep me from a quiet steep where i might hear my own voice and take in some divine guidance. i bought some bach flower rescue remedy this afternoon. some nerve tonic and ginger tea. let me try that and see what happens. shhhh. be patient my greedy heart.
let's steal fire from the stars. let's go as far out into the ocean as we can. let's never turn back. let's say we're braver than we really are until we're absolutely convinced of our courage. let's shape our destiny out of summer kisses and little trembles. let's keep going until it's only our heaving chests we're aware of, the flash of our eyes in the moonlight, our pulses singing the same song into the night.
