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The spine of the man

ifest was broken, leak

ing a reflection of me

into my world. The poet

had thrust the kind

of loss – when your

children, grow

ing beyond

your walls are talk

ing of getting out

of this place. Wait

ing, they’ll


take the new car

to California; find

a self in all this

mess of ink.

Week 42 – Brian Weeks

Posted: January 15, 2012 in Uncategorized
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I finally came up with a design for the quilt I plan on making from the vintage fabric I picked up from my grandmother’s home last summer. I have five various fabrics in a blue color scheme. I chose a very basic design to highlight the fabric itself. Now, I just need to learn how to use the sewing machine, and I’ll be in business. (See, THIS is why I could never be on Project Runway. I have the desire and the design talent, but not the skill in sewing…)

I think the design could work with solid fabrics in the same colors, also. To be honest, my least favorite color is blue, but the only fabrics that worked together happened to be in that hue.

The Fullness of Love  

A dream bursts open

Pushed through the petals of the flower

Rising there with the dawn

The sun, arching down


The rain

Tears of absolution

Solitary reminders of the beauty

Crying eyes of the sky

Ever grateful for the present flower

With open petals and open dreams

Streams of magic reaching up


The sky that folds into

One flower wishing



Nutrients flooding its being

Pulled through from the soils of the earth

Life force presently existing meeting there in the middle

Forming the pathway from ground to sky to

The solitary flower in the middle

Light pink petals are full

Ready to be picked by the loving hand of the man that passes by

And honors this sacred space of fruition

The ripe flower, the petals, ready to fall

Back into the soil crying out for its time to

Share all of the love that it holds

Purpose to the heavenly manifestation

Comes from his hands gathered there

Steadily holding the stem

Chills rise up the spine

The thrill of walking presence

The reason for its birth

The petals feel alive caressing the flesh of his palm

Each step a sacred blend

Of everything

The flower he hands to the girl

Sitting in the grass in the garden

He finds her with her eyes closed, soaking up the sun

The rainbow filaments dropping down

The breath of air that is rising in her chest

the knowledge of ever constant connection

the flower a symbol of the love they grow

the love that manifests between them

the rain falls down around them

and all the petals fall

the flowers work is done

and now – there amongst everything

the two souls join as one

After the Union

Musings on Julian Beck’s “Romeo and Juliet”


Death lurks from behind

The wall of paint. The young

Lovers never knew that first


Night they met that he’d be

There always – waiting

For their coming soon.


His green hair plastered

Down, he plans for your

Demise over a jar of


Mayonnaise. Black spots-

Or is it ink – seal the deal.

A young girl who’ll


Stab herself in the breast

Rather than live another

Crypt kept moment without.


Gosh, she barely breathed

Three minutes betwixt his

Drink and her awakening and


The dagger in the chest

is always a promise

in the mist of the cave.

so this weeks writing peice is just inspired by too much honey, rain, and emotion in a weekend – no, there is no such thing as too much honey, rain, or emotion – but! This great blend if you will folded together in the vaporry essence of my heart and combusted into an infusion of poetic words written from the perspective of an artist to her daughter – and how she might feel after her great quest of creation, to be in this role, at that very moment – an honoring of the great gift

and yes, perhaps even a little bit of what one could call – wishful thinking


– Serendipitous Eyes –

My feet pressing into the sandy shore

In all of its honey suckle sweetness – your head pressed against mine

Our embers dance with each others, our emotions caressing the flames

Building, joyfully in celebration, dancing in antiquity , in a space of preservation that states that the stars come out each night and that each morning the sun rises

The only time and space in which this type of love could thrive the only place where there could exist such a stillness, such an island

Coconuts hang low offering sweet creams, guavas temptingly roll before our feet, seashells and sand crabs scurry about, a sweet and gentle moon pulls and tugs the tides as I lock eyes – and in twine your fingers in mine

I see myself in you, and I see your father , his spirit, and I am glad for it, beyond the color I see the cosmos and I honor your journey from the stars, the way you now gift us daily as you unfold in all of your colors, in everyday where more and more you find yourself, the way that wood and glass seems to find its way upon the shore, the same magical current that washes all good things into our lives

This same dream that I taste now as the sunsets, as salt water droplets roll down my cheeks like the rains that folds over the tropical sky

It is now I know that my greatest creation has been accomplished, and my soul lives on, in your brave and serendipitous Eyes.

Wonderland is said to be a different place or an imaginary realm. A portal that leads somehow to a wonderful world of possibilities where the things are larger than life, and whimsical, ethereal, malleable, and perhaps even a bit creepy when you get right down to it but in a place like wonderland you as the character become very real and present

Life is no longer an endless buffet of television, briefcases, cubicles, warmed up dinners, and thoughtless bull shit. No, why quite to the opposite when you are in a world like wonderland why just the site of a new thing before your eyes can invoke an adventure, a new found love or passion, – a wonderment –

Wonder – and all that many uses of the imagination – creation

The stroll down the lane is no longer boring or monotonous – it is daring and whimsical – each thing on the street holds life and in wonderland – these life’s speak to you, they reach out and touch you and fold you into their presence –

The wind is felt as a welcomed friend that comes to sweep through your hair or blow forward your chariot! Or blow, forward you hat- with hidden friends and treasures.

The person you pass on the street is not just some other person to look away from or throw out a half hearted smile – they are a character- a chitty chatty lady with round glasses a squealy voice and head dress? A round bellied butcher with welcome redness to his cheeks and hands as large as a bears? Or!

Prince charming! There- right there- performing for his supper and bed, there- up high in the window of the tower just past the end of the rainbow and over the shire- just ahead there – in the distant and you can feel him and in wonderland

The characters come and they know – and they tell you stories and let you in on secrets and offer you visions – in wonderland you take morning tea with sweet treats you lick honey off the spoon and swallow it down with warm words and friendship – you eat cake at any hour of the day and you frolick, you roll in the open air you enchant – where ever you are

So you see – wonderland is entered through a portal but only by the one that exists in our hearts- the one that we slip through each day as we rise, each sacred morning – the one we choose to embody each day – how the world Is perceived through our eyes – 

Choose the wonder- full – there is a reason that the word wonder also precedes the word full – thus suggesting that one who is rich with wonder if also full – up on all of the good thangs’


I so lurve Halloween!

We Saw


Well since you all know my art is my life – my life and the beauty of everyone in it created today’s submission. Waking from a night of fabulous moon-ness – I took a look around at the things that waited there for me , I saw these things as not a mess, but a present, a sure sign of presence in my life and of the million ways it is showing up for me

And since I wasn’t able to snap any shots last night, and since everyone snaps shots of the party happening anyway, I thought it would be fun to make an art project of the aftermath of the party, that if you look at the trinkets and such tell a story all their own about the times, the peoples, the magic

and then if you really get silly and think about things being super fun, perhaps the party was having a party all of its own while watching us … who knows 🙂 But it does make for an interesting perspective for a picture and a fun little story of characters

Alter of The Moon Goddess – sworn to silence after circle – you want get a word out of us- hmmph

Yes, there was hooping – we Saw Everything – we’ll tell it all have a seat, grab a drink, make yourself comfortable

Tehehehe- ohh why yesss, there were pretty people present tehehehe we were there


Guests In the Window

We Saw You

 We Might Have yes.. perhaps we did … and then we danced in the fountain i do believe..yes

“ehhhhh we didnt see anything man we were just like laid back maxin and relaxin you know -uhhhh is that marble cake I see in your hand there?”

Very “Special” Brownies for very special Friends…

Infused w/ Love – thc- and Slathered with Dolce De Leche… Dreamy Moon Cakes Baby

The End , yes it was sizzlin and we’d do it again

the point is that its completely over the top and stereo typical – much love

Half way there…

The Koi, is a majestic fish – fish in general symbolism emotion, dream space, and the mystic world simply by living in the water. I have also taken note that if you loose your gaze in the water they speak to you of truths, they can transform you into a state of grace, and clarity where all seems easy – all seems possible. Today I draw on the strength of the Koi, and I create poetry in their honor, and 2 pictures – oil pastel on  paper.

Shimmering koi

my dreams escalate with the ripples of the water

the scales transform to coins

with the off gaze of my eyes

twinkling in rapture

captivate me and Im

soaring through time space and falling

into the bottom of a spiraling portal

 like alice through the looking glass

my passage the enchanted back scales of the koi 

glistening like crystals in the sun they mezmorize

and I see my dreams unfold 

between the dawn, and twilight, the shimmering gold

mimics my hearts desire

and suddenly – in this mystic watery world

everything seems possible

Week 24- Alana Kelly

Posted: September 12, 2011 in Alana Kelly, Uncategorized, Week 24


Flying Lesson 23

A week of heavy, amazing, brain training.
In the middle of this intensive excavation of my brain I don’t have time nor focus to spend on the complexity of flying lessons. Nor any energy to spare in order to summarize them.
No. 23 is in this respect, a perfect lesson and also a first test of my autopilot system.

The walk for the day is a slow stroll in the sun with Stig at my side. We seam to be walking around in some small town in central Germany, southern England, or possibly in northern Holland. Anyway the sun is shining bright, I’ve just had some delicious sushi (offered without getting caught up in fear), I’m wherever I want to be and life is slow ….. almost as on vacation.

The night before, I only just managed to walk all the way to a bed. Today I feel exactly like an apple run over. Squashed and totally mushy but miraculously still in one piece. It’s probably the tough skin that keeps it all together and, to my great surprise, my arms and legs are moving in an unusually effective way with great ease.
Now and then I observe them from an outside perspective.
They don’t seem to care that I move out, leaving the entire co-ordination and all muscle functions to my autopilot.
Everything works much better than it did in the past weeks as I frantically practiced walking-transient-to-flying.

I definitely like my autopilot!
It seams as if it has been in use before but above all, it’s efficient and absolutely trustworthy.
It also makes it possible for me to keep up a more even pace with my desire to walk faster and at the same time relax and enjoy both socializing and the sun.

on vacation…