Wild flowers blooming in forsaken places

Some people give their best 

And they are recognized within their lifetime 

Some give their best 

And they are recognized after their death 

Some give their best 

And no one ever knows about them 

Lightening flashes in the darkness 

Just for a moment

And then it's gone 

To keep giving your best 

No hope, no expectation 

These lovely fools 

The bravest of them all 

Wild flowers blooming in forsaken places 

My heroes 

Look for the suffering behind the act

Image: Pixabay

Peace 

Bukowski: the impossibility of being human

Putting things in perspective the Bukowski way. This kills me and somehow comforts me at the same time. How can we be so doomed and redeemed by our own beauty at the same time?

Enjoy!

"Van Gogh writing his brother for paints

Hemingway testing his shotgun

Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine

the impossibility of being human

Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief

Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town

the impossibility of being human

Burroughs killing his wife with a gun

Mailer stabbing his

the impossibility of being human

Maupassant going mad in a rowboat

Dostoyevsky lined up against a wall to be shot

Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller

the impossibility

Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato

Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun

Lorca murdered in the road by Spanish troops

the impossibility

Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench

Chatterton drinking rat poison

Shakespeare a plagiarist

Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness

the impossibility the impossibility

Nietzsche gone totally mad

the impossibility of being human

all too human

this breathing

in and out

out and in

these punks

these cowards

these champions

these mad dogs of glory

moving this little bit of light toward us

impossibly."

Happy International Women's Day

Happy International Women's Day! May we respect and love ourselves and all others.

(image source: Pixabay)

Also, a small announcement: I resurrected Shundahai's Instagram page that our farm manager started back in 2016. Check it out if you'd like on IG, under shundahaifarm.

Peace 

That's how I am redeemed

Still. Always.


Peace 

Wholeness

As I get older, I find my focus shifting from perfectionism to curiosity and an interest in wholeness. Wholeness, as in exploring and understanding the different shades and facets of our human landscape.

Image: Pixabay

Living questions

Life presents all of us with questions to which there are no easy answers. It's tempting to rush into an easy answer, or someone else's answer, anything to ease the discomfort of holding the question open within us.

Yet hold it we must, until the questions themselves bloom into the answers that make sense for us. Each season of our lives they will bloom, again and again in a living process that can never be fixed and pinned down forever.🐝

Image : Pixabay.

And my crops coming up in the greenhouse: spinach, arugula, lettuces and claytonia. Always so hopeful and inspiring to see these tiny sprouts come out of the ground.

Forgiveness

A few nights ago I had an insight: given how we're all constantly changing and doing our best with what we know at the time, how can there not be constant forgiveness?

One of my good friends told me that her son said to her: "You are the most forgiving person I know. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." Indeed. I identify with that.

Is there a line between being forgiving or understanding and being weak? Is there a time and place to be more forceful and assertive? 

These are not one answer questions, but rather shifting with different situations and even within a situation, which is what makes them so hard.

I wrote this poem about my insight the other night:

The picture is one of our house plants.

Then, I came up on this beautiful passage in The Brothers Karamazov, by Dostoyevsky:

Peace 

Poetry for Pollinators Campaign

Dear friends,

I am very excited to announce my Poetry for Pollinators campaign, combining two of my passions: Poetry and supporting pollinators.

As you may know, pollinator populations are imperiled worldwide. I am donating 100% of profits from my book to helping pollinators through creating habitat, encouraging pesticide free practices, and education.

So if you like my poetry and want to support this endeavor, you can get my book for $15:

Right here's at Shundahai Farm;

At the Willimantic Food Coop;

Or on Etsy: etsy.com/shop/shundahaishop. 

Please share this if you'd like. Thank you! 🌸🌿🐝🌻🌷🐝☀️

Peace 

To al the rebels and their half-broken dreams

Image: Pixabay

Some that have recently inspired me: Camus, Nietzsche, Dostoyevsky, Bukowski...

Peace 

Poetry news

I'm pretty excited about two recent possibilities with my poetry:

One, I was asked to submit a few poems for inclusion in an academic publication on social theory and climate change, by a woman I know who's a professor of sociology.

And two, I was invited to do a poetry reading at Fiddleheads Food Co-op for Earth Day.

We'll see how these opportunities pan out, but for now I'm just happy to look forward to them.

 

Here are some recent poems:

Plunge into being. Break down the walls. (Image: Pixabay)

If truth is what you're after.

And this one is for all of us, who've known broken dreams. Don't be ashamed of your story. It makes you beautiful. (Image: Pixabay)

Peace 

Let it be of use

Peace 

To hold it all

Non-duality

(Image:Pixabay)

And more white: our duck, Brownie 

At my sister's house 

Wild turkeys in the field this morning 

It's tempting

Sweep clean 

Images: Pixabay

Peace 

You will not be inspired

Sorry about this current mood, everyone...

Peace 

Void

Rejecting that which is toxic and finding that which is right for us are sometimes separate processes. Often, they are separated by a terrible, painful void of uncertainty and unknowing.🌸 

Poem by Raluca Mocanu. Image: Pixabay 🌼🌷

Peace 

Since quite a few people are sick now...

Including myself 

Peace 

Watch the parade and go on with your day

Peace 

Walk on

(Image:Pixabay)

And this was from this morning with the sun coming up and all the frost on our front door.

Peace 

Enough

Picture is of a wood stain out in the barn, which reminds me of the enso circle. 

Peace