Friday, January 30, 2015

OUR SADNESS

The Sadness

it comes in waves
the sadness does

we think there is no end to this
and there isn’t

as long as your heart is opened to the world
you will feel all this sadness

we are disconnected from our true selves
you’ve heard this already
a million times

when you hide your sadness
you hide your heart

when you hide your heart

you imprison your joy


Grieve for your losses,
Grieve for all our losses

We are in this thing together
We are connected to one another

Whether we feel it or not. 

Saturday, January 3, 2015

I'M MY OWN GRANDPA

As I was writing my memoirs this morning (yes, I'm still a legend in my own mind), I revisited my childhood basement which housed among other things..a poker table, pool table and a jukebox. The juke box was the coolest and we didn't even have to put money in it to hear it play. Early Elvis' Heartbreak Hotel is one of the two songs I do recall and that would place the year around 1955(?) or so. But the most fun song and a brain breaker was "I'm My Own Grandpa". I guess these lyrics describe an actual relative (pun intended) possibility but see for yourself:

"I'm My Own Grandpa" lyrics

WILLIE NELSON LYRICS

"I'm My Own Grandpa"

Now, many many years ago
When I was twenty three
I was married to a widow
Who was pretty as could be

This widow had a grown-up daughter
Had hair of red
My father fell in love with her
And soon the two were wed

This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
My daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife

To complicate the matters
Even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy

My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad
And so became my uncle
Though it made me very sad

For if he was my uncle
That also made him the brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother

I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I'm my own grandpa

My father's wife then had a son
That kept them on the run
And he became my grandchild
For he was my daughter's son

My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue
Because, she is my wife
She's my grandmother too

I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I'm my own grandpa

Now, if my wife is my grandmother
Then, I am her grandchild
And every time I think of it
It nearly drives me wild

For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw
As the husband of my grandmother
I am my own grandpa

I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I'm my own grandpa

I'm my own grandpa
I'm my own grandpa
It sounds funny I know
But it really is so
I'm my own grandpa





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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Catch & Release

Whatever package your God comes in
Doesn't matter at all,
If it gifts you with faith
Grab on and hold it close
As if your joy depends on it
Because it does


Once you are overflowing with joy
let go.
Just think of all the light you will shine upon
This frightened, weary world
Just by grasping God
and then 
letting him go-

Monday, December 1, 2014

HONESTY

120114

HONESTY 

connect with anyone
with every one,
this is what a fearless life looks like.

what is there to be afraid of 
but the opinions of others….their judgments  

judgements are attacks,
and they are projections,
they are the responses that fear makes
attempting to make us feel secure.

feel secure
secure yourself!

breath slowly
breath deeply...


love self
love others
love all of life


you are whole
vibrant and powerful,
you can speak nothing
but your truth

teach the congress of the world
what transparency really looks like
and what it can accomplish,
watch 
as fear disappears.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

LAST SUNSET

    . IF YOU CAN'TBE WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE-LOVE THE ONE UR WITH.