Notes, Thoughts, and Poetry

Notes

I would like to talk about Alicia’s quest for a sustainable coexistence with Earth.  Let’s think about that for a second.  Sustainable. Coexistence. With. Earth.  That’s not really the path we’re all on at the moment…

Many of you may know that Alicia was Vegan.  She had a kindred spirit with all living things from the smallest of insects, to the largest of all wildlife.  In 2015, she chose to eat a plant-based diet as a respectful action in her life that would not exploit nor kill animals.  She was a beekeeper. She talked to all her bee-beauties as if she knew them.  She hand-fed the deer at her home and eventually convinced the Roadrunner, Roady, to eat meal worms from her cup.  She believed in sustainability.  Again; coexisting with the Earth.  

And, she supported Fair Trade companies.  She gave what little she had to organizations that cleaned up oceans or start-up companies developing innovative ways for nature conservation.  Her quest for finding grass-roots companies was incessant and anyone within her circle knew that Shea Butter from Ghana was the best choice for all things skin related.  Initially, vegan choices were hard to find.  But as with most things with Alicia, she was ahead of the game.  Vegan is now encouraged and mainstream. 

As a result of Alicia’s beliefs, she was not embalmed.  We were only graced by her presence at her memorial for far shorter than we would have liked, just as in her life.  Her box is bamboo and inside that box she is wrapped in a cotton cloth from Ghana and then a cotton blanket. She’ll become part of the Earth.  She’ll truly coexist with the Earth as long as the Earth exists.  That is a fitting and admirable homage to her quest.

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Alicia owed two horses. One was named 'Hundred-a-Pounds' and the other was

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Grandma Vi had, and still has, an old, vintage decorative bird cage. No birds, just

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From Pastor Abraham To Alicia (Our Angel):

Thoughts

“I love my thoughts.  By giving my thoughts love, they are love.  No matter where they wander.”

Comparable Boulder

Pinpointing when I forgot myself is an Unknown Axis.
Losing yourself for an extended amount of time makes one grab and reach for things that don’t really belong. Like trying to put back a boulder after it’s been displaced. All the sand and gravel that had built up around it have fallen into the hole. But that’s the beauty of nature and flowing with it. Eventually that boulder will settle and new sand and gravel will build up around it. Time will pass and the boulder changes, but always at its center, no matter how much it had been displaced, inside there is still the same pebble.

To my Grandpa June 2nd

I look into your eyes and I see all of the reflections that they’ve seen and I wonder who will see the reflections in my eyes and wonder what I have seen. When I reach your age, I hope see nothing but the love you shown me reflected in the world I see.

She is Awake

That feeling when you’re sound asleep.
But you’re all of a sudden jolted awake and there no chance of falling asleep again, so you get up and get stuff done.
Yeah, she’s awake.
When my great grandmother S passed away something started to awake from the deepest slumber inside.
A low rumbling that has grown into a roar that boils up from the deepest depths of my being.
No longer can I ignore its calling.
I can no longer continue on as who I was, but who I’m meant to grow into.
My Great-grandmother T is still alive and with her has been the key to my opening of the womban I can no longer lock inside.
The desire to roar my loudest truth is near.
I am womban, yes.
But that does not make me humyn.
I Come from the dust of the stars…

Poetry

Hermosa, Preciosa, and Divina. Precious, Divine, and so Beautiful…

 

Ocean Poem

Its not knowing you arrived fast but that you are able to remember every single second of opening up the present moment.

Read the last chapter. Just remember to enjoy every letter. Every turn of a page, each idea.

The future is not fast. The future is each moment. For each moment is to be enjoyed By every single breath that comes from the Ocean that fills the lungs of this Physical body.

Mentally aware. Physically in tune.

Earth Day

How can us humans become Conscientious of our symbiotic Coexistence with earth?
It is learning from the abundant versions that already exist… It is learning what symbiotic means. How about learning the 3 forms of Symbiosis.
Moving from parasitic, to Commensalism, to the purist of forms… Mutualism.
As a collective, our daily practice can be mutualism in all aspects of life…

On this 22nd day of April year 2018 Earth Day

I ask that from this moment on we practice being conscientious of our coexistence with the Earth and ask what can I learn to help benefit this present moment as a gift to the past, present and future.

A Poem for Oso, March 14, 2020

Your eyes (are) the window to the universe
Inside
I see wild love.