A Year’s End… A Life’s Beginning

"Flight of icarus" by Darren Mahuron

“Flight of icarus” by Darren Mahuron

Quote to End 2012:
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” -A. France

A view of the year’s past:
This year was to be the year of the apocolypse and come December 21st, we all realized that most of us were still here and again we stood relieved…. or disappointed (not enough zombies). But the more I spoke with friends, family, and even those who’s lives were merely rumor to me, I noticed this was, indeed, the year of change.
Besides the larger, nation-shifting, events of the year (Hurricane Sandy, the election, the CT shooting) I became aware of lives around me (including my own) beginning to make sudden changes. On a personal level, many of us experienced the loss of loved ones, friends, faith, jobs or our idea of what love and life used to mean. It becomes to easy to attach to the idea that an apocolypes has to be a fast, quick and devistating, but not all life-shifts come to us swiftly or disasterously. Many of my friends had newborns this year, were engaged or move to new places. I began graduate school and my mother began her retirement, found her yogic path and joined a community of friends, she had never expected to know. Whether positive or negitive, it all changes us. Although, like any change, be that hardship or comfort, all change comes with loss. We must release in order to grow and letting go can be the hardest part of moving forward, because it is to easy to become stuck in what is comfortable, then take the step to what is new and unknown. The unknown that is change gives us no absolutes and the comfort of our misery is at least a comfort we have come to know and expect, but learning to change means learning to jump blindly. Learning to jump on faith. Faith that you will land somewhere much better than where you took off.
I have come to believe the only way we can make that jump and grow within is through honesty, love and forgiveness of ourselves and others. When we live in integrity, in truth, with love and through forgiveness we are able to tear down walls, between and within us, that may have been built years before, and through this we set ourselves free.
So, I close 2012 with two things:
First, today, I ask forgiveness to myself and others for any heartache I may have caused over this past year and accept the forgiveness of those who have wounded me. We are all doing the best we can with the knowledge we have and we must learn to hold ourselves gently and in grace.
And lastly, my question and challege to you for 2013:
In the next 365 days, I challenge you all to decide where you can let go, where you can forgive yourself and others and where you can “die” and be reborn into the person you are meant to be.

How will you choose to “die” into your new life?


My Business, my Business!

My business, my business!

Quote of the month:
“When you fall in love, you wanna share it with people but you know there are some things that you need to keep to yourself, ’cause privacy makes things last longer, I feel.” -B. Norwood

Question of the month:
What you think of me is none of my business?
Ye or Nay?




She is Anima.

The illusion of your world.

The misleading of man.

Disguised as mother, lover, nurturer, friend.
Yet chaos to the mind and poison to the soul.

And, you, Little Lamb.
Lamb of God.

Always caught in the storm between the axis of the world and the illusion of the mind.

One is truth and freedom,
One a seemingly warm womb,
But it’s only goal be to consume thee for her empty pleasures till another lamb come along.


In reaction to the CT school shooting:

In reaction to the CT school shooting:

My Friends,
I see so many of us posting about the gun problem. I do not own a gun, I do not shoot guns. I am, honestly, nervous around them, but I am not sure that is our problem. Perhaps our problem lies in the instability and the “broken way” of the American home. We live in a society that holds an unrealistic expectation of how to live. There is an unhealthy norm placed upon marriage, family, career and education, sex and love, and even God. Perhaps if we began teaching ALL of our children to understand the meaning of true compassion for ourselves and others and that we ALL carry the human condition called “emotions,” we will learn to live among one another, because we will learn to live at peace within ourselves. Today is not the day to speak about gun laws. Today is the day to find the light within you and send it to the people who’s hearts have been broken and children have been lost in this dark moment. We cannot afford to fight, today. We can only afford to send love.


History of the Harridan

History of the Harridan

We were human once, were we not?
Long before our mothers and the mothers long before her.

When did we sever?
When did this war begin?

We war with Them and we war within ourselves,
So, this battle never ends.
We have no allies with our backs to one another.
We submit our own.

And now, Oh and now, we are nothing but abandoned mines.
Once searched and praised for our precious treasures,
Until stripped of our worth, and left for the centuries of time to bestow mercy on us, and rebuild what we once were.

But I am not a diamond mine,
And the more you strip me, the more naked I become,
Until all that is left is bone.
For no minute, nor day, nor thousand years can rebuild me from bone.

We were human once, were we not?
Long before our mothers and the mothers long before her.


To: Miss Lady

To: Miss Lady

Miss Lady,
When far away on these nights, it seems, lately, we are expected to walk the line of some illusion.
And I am expected to sing to souls
And you are expected to grow to grandness
And The Rest are there to keep score of our stumbles.

But I remember summers made by sprinting in rain storms and challenging the men-children with no hearts, till we sang “City ‘O’ City” and were happy and full on love and life and Pot De Creme.

Miss Lady,
These days, when far away, it seems we are expected to walk the line of some illusion
And I am expected to sing to souls
And you are expected to grow to grandness
And The Rest are there to keep score of our stumbles.

But I remember pretty lights made by full moons and rocks painted red. And even the Divine-ness that is Adonai, found new rooms in the mansions of our hearts, that summer.

Miss Lady,
It may seem these days we are expected to walk some line of illusion
But just like a rainbow that illusion will fade and vanish and all we will be left with is us..

And when left with only us, I will know:
That my heart has chosen to sing to souls
And you always have been and always will be grandness, no matter where your self resides at the moment.

And The Rest can go on stumbling, because they were to busy keeping score.