Rambling Roads 🏵

Starting over   is an eternal beginning.   The bruise of night bleeds seamlessly  into the rosy pink of dawn.   Standing up too quickly  from the amnesia of sleep,  leaves me dizzy. Like the swirling, spiraling, somersaults  of a snake consuming its own tail. Lifetimes merge when I look at you.    How many times have we stood  before this reflection? Like stacked shadows of past lives. New stories unravel from your mouth, but your eyes still feel like coming home.  And when I put my trembling hand to your chest,  I cannot tell where your heartbeat ends  and mine begins. We reset at center. Eyes wide open, we step resolutely into each other’s arms. Every time you touch me, and respect the sacredness of that act, I open a little more. Every time we dare to dance  in forbidden spaces and find the other  still holding our gaze, we learn ...

I was listening to Two Guys on Your Head the other day on my way home from work and they were talking about the power of words, something I think about a lot.     They were saying that if we choose to identify with the “resistance” or even “deconstructing,” we are actually limiting our choices to reaction and therefore letting someone else dictate our actions.     We lose the power of agency, of defining our own reality.     Toltec shaman teachings as taught by Don Miguel Ruiz talk about the conscious dream, the dream of the planet that we are all a part of.     We are all dreaming while wide-awake.     But what do we do with that dream?     We may not have control of the ingredients that the universe provides each of us on our journey, but we do control what we do with them.     Do we curse the stars and waste it away?     Or do we make art?     Do we become co-creators with the universe, with th...

I’m watching James gently exorcise the demon out of my dog.     He’s a grumpy old chihuahua with high anxiety.     He chokes himself on his own collar and squeals in pain like his life is in danger even though James is merely holding him by the scruff.     I cringe at a distance watching James patiently subdue him, lying him gently but firmly on his back to exert a dominance that should be obvious given their 200 pound difference.     Watching this drama play out before me, I realize it is all the more ironic because all James is trying to do is give him a bath! But isn’t this exactly what I do?  Fight imaginary demons in my head.  Twist, growl, and yelp when actually the universe is simply massaging out the kinks in my muscles so that they can be soft and supple again, so I can regain my range of motion.  In a way, the universe is generously showing me where I still have work to do, where the knots a...

It’s an old world, one I enjoy.     The lilt of Spanish, the coziness of   la plaza ,   dando la vuelta , a slow way of life, savored like wine.     Time to   saludar y platicar con todo el mundo .     The direct way of speaking, full of dramatic gestures and booming voices.     La  frutería / la carnicería / la bodega.     The soft rhythm of time strolling across the sky.    La comida  casually blending into   la cena  with the fragrance of   una copa .     Friendships that last a lifetime and family that ties you to the earth.     Architecture that tucks seamlessly into the landscape, all curves and   flores salvages  reclaiming the upturned stone.     Buildings soak in history, cool caves wind like a labyrinth beneath our feet.     La gente anda , comfortable in their own skin;   mi amor/mi cielo  rolling like water off their...

Sometimes you meet people and instantly know They were placed en tu camino  for a reason. The rhythm  en  su voz Reverberates with a familiar cadence Como una llama que baila en el viento pero de repente  grows still,  rises  erguida And you find yourself holding your breath in recognition of a Great Soul. Speaking to you  through a held glance, a soft touch. Brushing your skin in passing  like angel whispers. Pulling you out of the crowd, curando el espíritu. Un simple soplado de aire. En un sonido – rodondo, sensual y sagrado - blowing healing breath through the curved spiral of horn. “La vida es ritmo. Ritmo es vida” This blessed ancient cry,  rising as if from the heart of the earth, carries us through time. Una huella que nos identifica como humano. The kiss that brings us to life, a tingling in the skin. “Bésame.   Bésame mucho.   Como s...

Your breath called me over the sea. My body tense, resistant, stubborn. But today I felt Your air on me Kiss of angels’ wings Whispered across my skin And my pores opened to hear You. Sudden intake of air to recover what I once lost. Like a precious trinket,  shimmering beneath the water, I remembered the innocence you stole the last time I walked this earth. You stole what was never yours. And now She calls me back to reclaim it. And I run,  muscles strong, lion ink bold on my arm. Music pounds in my veins, as I find my way back. To hold you, to console you, to tell you it will all be all right. That we overcome and rise above in the end. Looking back, it is he who turns to dust. And I walk triumphant into the sunset.

Time bends when I am with you. 30 minutes can feel like 3 days. 6 months, a lifetime. Space stretches to embrace us. You may be halfway around the world, but we share the same air. Our hearts still beat in unison and our laughter sends ripples  across the ocean. I close my eyes and  touch my toes to the sweet kiss of water, radiating from your shores. Your sparkling eyes gaze at me lovingly  from Her reflection. She, our willing messenger. Even the mountains and rocks  seem to recognize us. Reincarnation of  Savitri, the love that breaks  the chains of time, of lifetimes. To have found each other again in this one, after such a long, arduous journey, is a gift I treasure. Fully aware I am living on borrowed time, I am grateful. It is this awareness that allows us to sink below the surface and savor the moments granted, Shimmering in water, as the precious treasures They are.