A Thousand Kisses Deep

Don't you love Leonard Cohen's voice? so deep and passionate, so wise and admitting of vulnerability. Hearing a poem read is So much better....

This one,just found on Facebook youtube link, is also a song. The words alone are very poignant and moving.



Love the day!
Jenn/musemother

Song for the Heart: Mount Royal Park

Tonight I call to my heart to return,

to give flesh to the dry beanlike

thing in its place. I dance looking out

over the mountain at dusk, small lights

bright on the hillside – a whole city turning

dark – close my eyes and sing to it,

feel a flutter of wing beats,

like spring returning. One star sighted

just above the horizon. Feet planted on

wooden floor  feel   small   yet part

of   sky  stars  mountain    breathing

rocking on soles of my feet.

Outside the window, streetlamps

line Park Avenue like pilgrims on their way

to the cross, light.

In Mount Royal park, an angel

spreads her wings over the dark.

Jennifer Boire

Inspiring quote for today

The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant
forgiveness and gratitude — complete gratitude for the gift of life. I
am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to
dance. I get angry, I get mad, but as soon as I remind myself to put my
oars in the water, I forgive.
 
I serve. I do the dance I must. I plant trees, but I am not the doer of
this work. I am the facilitator, the instrument. I am one part of the
symphony. I know there is an overall scheme to this symphony that I
cannot understand. In some way, we are each playing our own part. It is
not for me to judge or criticize the life or work of another. All I know
is that this is my dance. I would plant trees today even if I knew for a
certainty that the world would end tomorrow.  
Balbir Mathur

The Real Work

It may be that when we no longer know what to do

we have come to our real work,

And that when we no longer know which way to go

we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

-Wendell Berry

Here by Grace Paley

Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face

how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be

at last   a woman
in the old style   sitting
stout thighs apart under
a big skirt   grandchild sliding
on   off my lap   a pleasant
summer perspiration

that's my old man across the yard
he's talking to the meter reader
he's telling him the world's sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth  I tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa   ask him
to sit beside me for a minute   I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips

Empowering Quotes

"Once you become aware of what stands in your way and become willing to release it, you signal the universe that you are ready to manifest the life you were meant to live." Chérie Carter-Scott

Our Deepest Fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our Deepest Fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,

gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you NOT to be? Marianne Williamson

“Solitude, says the moon shell. Every person, especially every woman, should be alone sometime during the year, some part of each week, and each day. How revolutionary that sounds and how impossible of attainment. ... The world today does not understand, in either man or woman, the need to be alone.
...
Solitude, says the moon shell. Center-down, say the Quaker saints. To the possession of the self the way is inward, says Plotinus. The cell of self-knowledge is the stall in which the pilgrim must be reborn, says St. Catherine of Siena.” From A Gift from the Sea, Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Mother Daughter poems

the daughters of alcoholics

We are made able

we are always stable

we do not drink

from deep in the darkness

our souls shine

phosphorent eyes

of eels at 20,000 leagues

under the sea

We have been left in total dark

so how can we see?

We are far from the Ark --

a thousand splintered pieces

float on the surface

far above.

Down here, the pressure

can kill.