It's a Magikal Life

Thank you to the writing Gods and Goddesses. I know I have gone through periods of time where I have ignored you but you must know by now that I can't live without you. When I have been drowning, you have saved me. When my heart has been shattered, you have shown me the beauty of the pieces and helped me to stitch myself back together again in a different form so that I may be more loving, more open, more wise. It is pen and paper that has saved me over and over again from myself, from my neuroses, from lost loves and heartache. Somehow, all the craziness makes sense when those words come streaming from those deep waters beyond thought, beyond consciousness, beyond logic.

Thank you, Rob B., for being a reminder to get to it.

Here's a relatively new poem that I wrote in the midst of feeling totally broken-hearted. I am realizing that it truly is a gift to have a broken heart. It is in the brokenness where we can really see who we are and where we can truly understand that nothing in the material world really and truly matters. All that really matters, all that has ever really mattered is how deep, how wide, how bold is our love.

This patient presence
In the midst of grief’s roiling storm
It is to you I throw out my arms
And plead
Great Goddesses
Great Grandmothers
Great Queens who have passed through
These wicked gates before me
Who have known this searing pain
Who struggled through the rips and tears
Of birthing yourselves
Into a world
Not so kind to women
Hold me now
Take my tears
So they may be transformed
Into the wine of remembrance
Of who I really am
For now
I am merely a slave
Shackled by this strange amnesia

Release me into the deep, dark
Waters of myself
Long before time ever mattered
Long before my flesh was touched
When I was still just a seed in the womb
Of the Goddess, herself
Birth me again
And this time I will remember
I am whole
Just as I am
There is no need for fear
Or defense
Only love lives in my heart and in my belly
And it is this love
I have to give
Wholly
Infinitely