Saturday, February 2, 2013

Sacred Heritage




Sacred Heritage

Gave birth to a dream
Created a world
Inhaled thoughts
Exhaled into Word
Memes of creation
In the valleys of mind

I made love to a musician
A song ensued
In three-quarter time
Waltz of our soul
Worshipped forms
Creation celebrated

At peace with being
Dance the path of the dreamer
Glide in spirit
Slide through time
Pogo across the universe
Slam into what gets in my way

Such a klutz
Balance never good
Wore corrective shoes
For inner ear issues
Hold head high
Breathe in strength

Fly my broomstick
Thoughts for magical moments
Rhiannon in the night sky
Athena when She’s called for
Prefer Venus
Skin of satin

Live passion
My Sacred Heritage
Worlds unknown, unexplored
Be whom I must
Pray body’s up to the task set
My path to tomorrow
Wherever it leads




Friday, February 1, 2013


Primal Scream Moment

Reality
Distorted by lies
Delusions attack
Innocence lost
Before I could talk
Recreate pain
Hope to heal
Tears hard
To come by
Nerves raw
Walls smeared with fear
Expect the usual
Smack down
Raised wrists
Veins open
Here’s the razor
Do as you will







Friday, February 3, 2012

Growing Up Weird

Mardi by J.Planet

Growing Up Weird



God bless Bowie.
He taught me
Joy in weirdness.
Before then,
I thought
I was one of God’s
Lesser beings.
How could I NOT
Fit into my little suburban
Los Angeles community?
Okay, so I was raped
From the time I was 4
Until the time I was 13,
And I was raised Catholic,
Which meant that I could never
Use the Virgin Mary
As my role model.
All I had was the Magdalene.
God bless the Gnostics
For saving so much
Of her significance to Christ
In their literature.
Still, when I was 15,
I was an insane
Hormonal teenager
Afraid of everyone,
Especially myself.
I also thank God
I saw the 60s
Through the idealism
Of childhood,
Even one poisoned
As it was
By violence and abuse.
Between Gospel and Hippies,
I was shown a light
That brought me what insight
I have today.
David Bowie taught me
The art of performance.
From there on,
I was ready for anything.




Wednesday, November 16, 2011

In loving memory


Feb. 18, 1923 - Nov. 14, 2011

ELKHART — Paula M. Stevens, 88, of Elkhart, passed away in her home of 60 years, surrounded by her loved ones, on Monday, Nov. 14, 2011, after a massive stroke.

She was born in Madison, Wis., on Feb. 18, 1923, to Pauline (Millard), who passed days later, and Elkhart native Paul Marchesseau, brother of Josephine Hooley, nurse to Dr. Tolson after whom Tolson Center is named.

Raised in Kenosha, Wis., Paula moved to Elkhart after her graduation in 1941 where she worked for the next two years as a switchboard operator for General Telephone. In 1943, she transferred her efforts to war work testing altimeters for the now defunct Buescher Band Instrument Company until she enlisted in the newly established Naval WAVES in 1945. After boot camp at Hunter College in the Bronx, N.Y., she was stationed at the Corpus Christi Naval Air Station in Texas for the duration of her service. When asked about what she most prized about her time serving our country, she wrote, “I met so many kinds of people it gave me an understanding of people and of myself.”

After her discharge, she returned to Buescher, where she met the late Howard Stevens, whom she married on Jan. 16, 1948.

After the birth of her first child, Marcia, in 1952, she left the business world to her husband who moved from Buescher when it closed to Vincent Bach, where he served a decade as president of the local UAW.

Both were founding and active members of Lutheran Church of the Redeemer in Elkhart.

After Howard’s death in 1990, Paula studied ballroom dance with Sally Lee and became an active member of USA Dance.

She is survived by her two children, Marcia Stevens of Wichita, Kan., and Thomas Stevens of Middlebury; her stepdaughters, Sheri Conley of Florida and Vicki Barrett of Elkhart; and her grandchildren, Sarah Stevens of Chicago and James and Zachary Stevens of Middlebury.

Elkhart Cremations Services has been entrusted with arrangements.

http://etruth.com/article/20111116/OBITUARIES/711169908/-1/obituaries?NumInList=4#.TsO0zxE1Lyk.facebook

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Healing the Victim





The term cycle of violence refers to repeated acts of violence as a cyclical pattern, associated with high emotions and doctrines ofretribution or revenge. The pattern, or cycle, repeats and can happen many times during a relationship. Each phase may last a different length of time and over time the level of violence may increase. It often refers to violent behavior learned as a child and then repeated as an adult, therefore continuing on in a perceived cycle. In the context of abusive personal relationships, such a cycle is also called a cycle of abuse.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cycle_of_violence

Namaste,
Now, a decade after the planes flew into the building which then held the World Trade Organization, it's time to break the cycle of violence which began that day. Criminals who saw themselves as victims murdered people from around the world housed together in one building with two towers. In response, we abused our power on people who had no recourse. 

Today, as then, we face the choices which beget the future we shall endure. Shall we remain victims, fearful, protective, vengeful, or shall we stand tall and bless the world with compassion which shows our gratitude to  the Divine Creator, whichever name we use for this Being. 

We are the soul of the world. No group is exempt from that responsibility. Divide and conquer is the path to evil. Those who use it remain locked in the terror of a moment long since past. Today, I celebrate life. I thank the Creator for those who gave comfort on that day ten years ago. I bow my head in sorrow for the pain we've caused. The time of healing is long past due. If we want forgiveness, we must forgive. What's done is done.

A new day dawns! What it brings depends on us.

Love to you
Blessed be