chaos | chaos
May.22.2013
My poem "Form/Formless" appears on JoAnne Growney's blog, Intersections — Poetry with Mathematics: http://poetrywithmathematics.blogspot.com/2013/05/shifting-patterns.html
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Oct.26.2012
October 26
FISH OF CHAOS
Out of chaos come very tiny fish, well, maybe not fish but a very swimmy feeling. How can I go around with my feet off the ground, my mind racing on a squirrel cage? Breathing helps, breathing is someplace to start. Once I get...
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Oct.04.2012
When I was unemployed I would have days of inertia. I believed that nothing was going to change. I was stuck in my version of Groundhog Day. My mind played a continuous loop of, I can't make anything work.
Usually after hiding in this black hole for a couple of days, I would emerge,...
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Aug.27.2012
This weekend was a typical run myself ragged from beginning to end. I managed to work in having extra kids (always have a least one extra), a full day of soccer, school shopping, a zillion errands and judging a local pageant.
As usual, amidst the chaos of our lives, Midge tagged along....
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Aug.17.2012
August 17
IN THE PRAIRIE
In the prairie, there are small fenced cemeteries, family plots. The flat expanse of land opens to the eye; hand carved monuments stand in testimony to love and service. In these places grow the wild flowers… bluebells, paintbrush, lupines,...
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Apr.15.2012
April 15
TRAP DOOR
The trap door of my mind opens occasionally and I find myself acting out things better left to conversation. When I leave too many things unsaid, the pressure builds and the door opens. My thoughts connect with my body minus the benefit of...
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Apr.10.2012
I live in suburbia. You know- one of those planned subdivisions with four or five home models that are made to look different by their changed elevation or the color of the brick?
This particular neighborhood was built twenty plus years ago. There are mature trees and bushes and most of the yards...
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Mar.17.2012
Well detachment worked until Friday morning....
I had started my week filled with the determination to remain zen-like. I would stay out of mayhem's way and "maintain my own lane" as a dear mentor once advised me.
But, as the week progressed and the frantic energy continued to build, I was...
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Mar.14.2012
My status today: "I'll thank you to keep your chaos to yourself."It was another day of the artful practice of detachment. This meant removing myself from drama, confrontation, and chaos.
Another discovery on the long road of transition is when chaos and mayhem swirl around me, I begin to...
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Feb.06.2012
Wild horses tame themselves all the time while tamed horses get wilder and wilder.
Life creates and breaks its own rules.
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