The Place Where Wings Unfurl

The place where wings unfurl
is Love.
has no name.
It is unspoken, but felt.
A most tangible swelling, clearly felt heart-swell
An overwhelming, beautiful caught breath
Regardless you look up--
you have to, you don't know where else to.
Thank you moon
thank you stars
Even if it's just a vision in my head
up, up!
and the widest, brightest smile you ever saw
you can't stop smiling
      your face just hurts
    Joy.  warmth
    warmth, even in the cold, that smile.
        like a radiator, the energy
    you could fuel a fridge on this love.
       -- and these which these days, in America,
           takes a latta WATTS.
    It's a place, unspoken
      Felt, but not seen.
      Even a photo, 10,000 words,
      Can't capture the feeling.
       that hope hope ho hopeful moment.

                    (After talking to Eric)
Bliss.
the place where 
wings unfurl ?
and hearts take wings 
                        flight.
impossibilities
              collapse
           up is down
     and left is right.
the place where 
    2 
  hearts
  take
       flight. 

Eric

&

I.

                                                                                                                                                                                             



























I find myself looking up a lot these days. LK

The Lesson is the Gift

Today my first post for The Inertia was published. Check it out here: The Lesson is the Gift

Aloha Ohana! Happy Saturday :)

Shapes Like Stars

Chrysanthemums, dahlias, daisies, carnations, _________
Shapes like stars.
     Raindrops dripping off splattering windshield
Snowflakes falling silent on window glass
Starfish sea anemone unfurling into
Sun sprawling sunshine
Shapes like Stars

Fireworks!! Kerouac's Roman Candles, bursting bright--CRACK--
ice crystals out of tree branches 
   sharp lobster shells, spiny
Christmas tree-topper
   gold glitter star
Shapes like stars

handprints in sand
river Eyelashes- Moulin Rouge
bright eyes "smile, girl!"
two-plus-one two a smallish family
GOD-light through clouds
music notes hitting - da-dee-da one-two-three
invisible stars they are to me
Shapes like stars...

branches on a tree
palm fronds they gleam
flickering lights
4th of July
starlight Flash
cosmic-bright
cookie-cutter-shapes
JELL-O mold
fuzzy jacket grey
ruffled dress skirt
sparkling champagne
girly pink tutu - have a ballet

powdered
      alpine peaks all
like Trois Vallees 
Shapes like stars
wind's waves wash away.

Channeling Your Little Weird

"The writer, perhaps more than any of his fellow artists, has access to the human subconscious. His words sink deep, shaping dreams, easing the pain of loneliness, banishing incantations and omens, keeping alive the memories of the race, providing intimations of immortality, nourishing great anticipations, sharpening the instinct for justice, and imparting respect for the fragility of life. These functions are essential for human evolution." - Norman Cousins

I know. You've never heard more beautiful words on the art of writing, have you? Glad to share the wealth.

Ryan Hanley wrote a blog post the other day on channeling your Little Weird- the unique, quirky, eccentric part we all have, but often tone down or hide, often subconsciously, because we were conditioned to do so by everyone from our parents to our teachers to our peers. After all, no one likes being the butt of a joke. But what if the same Little Weird that momentarily spurs sideways glances, snickering or even scorn from some, also sparks the most imaginative ideas, fostering innovative thinking and ultimately progressive creation? The amazing thing about the Little Weird is,     

We all have it.

BUT....

Few of us use it. 

As Ryan says, "When my little weird is running the show I'm an Artist." Being weird is perfectly OK, and the ability to harness your inner weirdness is nothing less than something to be celebrated. Besides, let's be honest with ourselves...artists and "artsy" people are already auto-added by the masses to the "Weird" box. We might as well embrace our perceived roles as Weirdos and use it to our advantage, channeling those off-the-wall thoughts and angled views into actual creativity with an end result no less than Art. 

I hope that, if you haven't already, this year you are able to not only recognize but embrace and love your Little Weird, and respect the Little Weird in everyone.  Definitely on my list. 

Repeating after Ryan,

Today I am an Artist. 

(Above) Macklemore clearly knows what I'm talking about. Cinderella too. (Below)