illustrator: Sam Usher
nine lives
nine loves
nine laughs
infinite learning !
Living, Loving, Laughing, Learning
02 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in living, loving, laughing, infinite learning, Poetry Tags: illustrator: Sam Usher, infinite learning, nine laughs, nine lives, nine loves
Enough
01 Jan 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: an aria, dancing a jig, enough, Geneen Roth, isn't an amount, it's a relationship, Stephen Greenblat, to what you already have, writing is a performance
“Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig”
—Stephen Greenblatt
Today I sing a New Years Wish that you have enough!
New Years Eve
31 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: "ON", beacon to lead you, ETERNITY, light in the dark, New Years Eve, up
A light in the dark-
A beacon to lead you on-
up-eternity
Hidden
30 Dec 2015 3 Comments
in morph, Poetry, Sprouts Tags: around, down, faces, Hidden, piglet, profiles, rat, see, up
Find 10 faces, up
and down, all around the tree,
profiles hidden, see!
One person found a piglet and a rat too!
Did you?
Forest
29 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: David Wagoner, forest, forest breathes, forest knows, stand still, wren
Lost
by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
Sunrise
28 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in all that glitters in not gold, Poetry Tags: 12/28/15, iPhone6+, on my Hudson deck, snaps, sun, sunrise
iPhone6+snaps
12/28/15sun
on my Hudson deck
Foxes
27 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in foxes, Poetry Tags: foxes, peirce the night, red fur spikes uptight, red growls, red light calls to guard
red growls pierce the night
red fur spikes uptight-red light
calls to guard-to guard
Rainbows
26 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, rainbow arches Tags: Joy Acey, Kauai, Kilauea Lighthouse, rainbows, seals unfurled Pacific's spectrum
Joy took the rainbow
to Kauai, where seals unfurled
Pacific’s spectrum
Please see: https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2012/03/13/trust-is-a-rainbow/
Christmas Creche
25 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Gifts of the Spirit, Poetry Tags: babe of Bethlehem, Baby Jesus, birth of Christ, Christmas Creche, cure diseases, donkey, miracle, Nativity, St Francis of Assisi
St. Francis was a Roman Catholic friar and preacher. He’d recently completed a trip to the Holy Land. Inspired by his visit to Jesus’s traditional birthplace, he wanted to create something to honor the birth of Christ that the villagers of Greccio could take part in. At that time, Mass was in Latin, which only the clergy understood, so during the Middle Ages, “Mystery” and “Miracle” plays were created as ways to teach Scripture to laypeople. They were popular and educational, and Francis thought he could use that idea to entertain the villagers of Greccio.
He received the blessing of Pope Honorius II, gathered an ass and a donkey, found some villagers to play Mary, Joseph, and the baby Jesus, and staged the whole thing in a cave outside Greccio. He drew quite a crowd and preached about the “babe of Bethlehem.” His living Nativity was such a hit that the hay he used as a crib for baby Jesus miraculously acquired the power to cure cattle diseases and various pestilences.
Christmas Eve
24 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in a laughable smile, Poetry Tags: all night long, christmas eve, no fairy takes, no planets strike, Shakespeare, sings, so gracious is the time, that season comes, the bird of dawning
In Act I Scene I of Hamlet, Shakespeare wrote:
“Some say that ever ’gainst that season comes /
Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated, /
This bird of dawning singeth all night long; /
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad, /
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike, /
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, /
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.”
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 