Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Then, blessed by God's good grace,
I stumbled onto you one day
Unfalteringly drawn to you
As if to keep a promise
My soul was meant to keep.
My sleeping heart awakens
With your gentleness, your nurturance,
Your wise and thoughtful ways.
My heart cannot again return
To undisturbed and blissful sleep
Now that it knows your touch.
Nothing you can do or say
Will take away from what I feel
Unless you show by word or deed
That you no longer care.
I pray to God for time;
As much as He can give to us.
I will wait.
I will love.
I will have faith
As I continue to discover
That you are the one for me.
To you who whom I love, in a language which I am learning
Yo puedo cuidar de mi.
Yo no tengo la necesidad por cualquiero.
Entonces la gracia buena de Dios viva a mi.
De una manera inesperada,
Mi camino cruzo tu camino un dia.
Dibujado con la fuerze hacia ti,
Como parfa mantener una promesa eterna
Mi alma guardo su sofnificado.
Mi corazon han estado durmiendo
Hasta esta momento
Se despierta el nutrienduse de ti,
De sabiduria y pensamientos de bondad.
Los suenos agradables que he experimentado.
No puedan comparar se a la
Felicidad que usted trae a mi
Simplemente siendo tu.
Mi corazon ahora no puede devolver
Al sueno tranquilo y dichoso
Porque se ha transformado por ti.
No hay una cosa que tu puedas
Hacer o que tu puedas decir,
Para combiar mi amor por asia ti;
Solo si tu muestra en palabras o hechos
Que tu ya no me quieres.
Yo tendre la fe.
Yo oro para que Dios nos
De tiempo para nosotros.
Mientras yo continuo descubriendo
Que tu ere lo unico para mi.
Monday, December 4, 2006
Civilization’s Rise and Fall.
Evolution: Fact or Fiction?
Every story told gives
Enough material for
Documentary, SciFi, Political Mystery.
“…Ever hear of this guy?”
Icke. Braden. Bearden.
“Not until now.”
“Did I ever tell you…”
“Yes, would I forget?”
Out I would run to the nearest library
Or Google the nearest online PC.
To learn what he was
To teach me.
Severed now from Earth Mothers cord
He is free to oversee
The rise and fall
Of all of us.
The Wheel keeps on turning.
As for Evolution?
It’s a fact.
Can’t be helped
When you cross paths
With such a man.
Saturday, December 2, 2006
Last week I was reading a book about Reverence to Mother Earth and how good it is to make a "sacrifice"... To make an offering as a precious gift to the Earth. So I thought "What is something really precious to me that I can take to my land and bury there." Then I thought of it.
I went into my seashell collection and there was the little coral dolphin that the Mexican shaman gave me when Benito and I were in Tulum. The Shaman had said "If you find you don't need him/the dolphin anymore, don't give him to anyone. Take him and bury him in the earth." So I lifted out my precious little dolphin and took him up to Wild Horse Mesa and buried him in the clay and the rocks. It was really hard for me to do, to separate that little dolphin from the rest of my visual life, but I did.
In preparation I was doing a lot of thinking about Benito and the past and the future. We did not end on the best of terms. I "put it out there" in my thoughts and prayers and deepest desires. The only loose end I really wanted tied up with him was to know that, when all was said and done, that he knew that I had loved him.
(Your wish is my command)
Well, yesterday I opened my mailbox and, quite surprisingly, there was a letter from Benito! We had not been in touch in over 12 months. He started it "Dear Mrs/Ms Catalina MaGoo" (which tells me he has lightened up a bit because he would always call me 'Miss MaGoo' and we would always laugh).
Anyway -- the last words of his letter (after 'God Bless you Kate Wherever You Are') (!) were in poetic broken English but basically read "When you fall and get back up, it makes you see the sentimental truth between two people. It is not always clear when we have love standing right in front of our face."
There it was. That's all I needed to "close the case". What gift. I wonder if he knows what he did for me by giving me that. And giving it to me now. It reinstates my faith in everything. (That Benito still "hears" me 2 1/2 years later; small beans compared to lifetimes I suppose!) But then, so many things happen out here like that every day! But this was an especially powerful one for me.
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