Boots Mountain Garden Lovin’

Song “Get to Work” March 2017

The work that I do is pretty far out, but darlin’ I’m always nearby.
Beyond a shadow of a doubt, no matter where I am, I’ll always be with you by and by.
By and by… Look to the sky —

For the constellations we put together
by tracing all the burning stars within each others eyes.
For the generations who have yet to come
but they walk with me in each and every stride —

I get to work! — I put my boots on.
I get to work — Walk up the mountain.
I get to work — Go tend the garden.
I get to work — and Share my lovin’
With you.

It was alarmin’, little darlin’, waking up a sunrise
With you beauty, in the mornin’, first light came from your eyes
and Then, a Spark, it drew me closer to you
To tend the wounds of all that you were going through —
But you stopped me, said this was work you had to do,
and I just smiled in return ’cause that’s why I’m so fond of you —
So profoundly caretaking the seeds of love, life, and nourishment.
Flourishing side by side, only with pure intent.

To get to work — We put our boots on.
We get to work — Walk up the mountain.
We get to work! — Go tend the Garden.
We get to work — and Share our lovin’
With the world.

We close the gaps with the bridges that we build.
In sacred maps, we share what dreams have been fulfilled.
and We sit in Circle over what dreams remain,
and What we wanna manifest — yeah — that used to sound insane.
But now I love insane!

For the constellations we put together
by tracing all the burning stars within each others eyes.
For the generations who have yet to come
but they walk with me in each and every stride —

I get to work! — I put my boots on.
I get to work — Walk up the mountain.
I get to work — Go tend the garden.
I get to work — and Share my lovin’
With the world.

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Here’s to Hoping

Song. Oct. 2016. upon beginning to read Jack Kornfield’s “A Path with Heart” — 

Here’s to hoping // That our hearts are broken open.
To feel more fully // To tap into parts unspoken.
I don’t know // Where all of this is going.
But I’ma sit still // and Listen to my heart’s ocean…
The rise and fall // I know it all too well.
Even in them painful songs // I can breathe into this commotion.
and With my breath comes surrender // With this comes release.
I’m walkin’ down the path toward Freedom // This love is so beautiful, so generous…
I’m brought to my knees.

so Here’s to hoping // That our hearts completely Open.
To awaken! // and Set this love into motion.
I don’t know // Where all of this is going.
But I don’t Need to! I’ve got Faith! // The sweetest of all notions.
and Hey friends // I can see
How bright and shiny // We were born to be.
The farther we go, on down the Road // It’s inevitable. It’s beautiful —
We’re walking toward our future Selves // Constantly, magnetically attracted by our destinies!

Scream and Roar.

Sept. 2016 upon hearing my nephew’s voice for the first time, over the phone. Family on my heart. —

Times are changin’
Things are different
Wings are howlin’
So I stop and listen —

I’ma love you just the same.
Even when you shout and blame,
I’ma love you just the same.

So we drive to the forest where we park
and we get on, get out, not afraid of the dark —
This is where we were born. Where we were raised.
Where I spread our father’s ashes.
Where I spread our dog’s ashes.

Times are changin’
Things ain’t so hard
‘Cause I stopped identifyin’
As a victim —

I’ma love you more and more.
Even when you scream and roar,
I’ma love you more and more.

Just so you know — I hope you grow strong.
Just so you know — I hope you sing songs.
Or just somehow speak your thunder —
You’ve got a voice, little wonder!

my heart from the Timbavati

Aug. 2016

Southern Cross mounted on it’s side.
Open exposure to the stars at night.
Red Willow burns like laughter guides —
bright and warm. So we trail Upright.

Impala herds and Lion prides.
White Rhino trails and Hornbill flights.
Leopard tracks are burned inside
my eyelids as I drift to sleep tonight.

What can I say? My heart feels right.
Timbavati sunsets. “First Star” in sight.
9 hours in the sun tans my hide.
Local rooibos powers our free-range stride.

 


Sept 2016 (Return flight to US from South Africa)

You’re still in yesterday. I’m in tomorrow.
This is not of linear logic to follow.

You’re dwelling in the past.
I’m dreaming of future generations.
You say this joy will pass.
I’m shouting of love within the patience.

Gracious gestures got me grateful.
Godly nectars gulped in fables.
Turn of events, we turn the tables.
Music to my ears — turns out we are able
To unwind the cable of our past and present labels.
To lift the latch and let Our Horses out’ the stable.

 

inSpired

I’m feeling pretty fresh, yeah I’m feeling pretty stable.
Feeling really blessed, yeah I’m feeling really grateful.

Just as the birds sing early in the morning, they calm at night.
That’s how you excite me. You soothe me; inspire me to be Upright.

I’m inspired by You.
I’m inspired by You.
I’m inspired by Your Light.

As my hands grow calloused, my heart softens.
Choking up thinking ’bout how i don’t do this often.
Or when i think of having children, and into what they could blossom…
I’m just full of awe, and it feels awesome!

I see faces in the trees silhouetted by the moon.
I see myself in others when I open and commune.
I hear an ache in my heart beating to Your tune.
I feel whispers from the future saying the past will come soon
So: Seize the moment. Seize the day. Seize the life. Follow the clues.
Be bold. Be selfless. Be everlasting. Be new… Be you!

I’m inspired by You. I’m inspired by You.
I’m inspired by Your Light.

I’ll see it when I believe it.
…only if I open up; be willing to receive it.
Glory be to those who seek the True eternal teachings.
The lessons come in all shapes and forms — in the way the birds are speaking.
It’s moving me beyond comprehension.
Rooting… it’s reaching.

“Happy Healthy Human” is the prayer and the preaching.
“Upright in my Mind Body Heart” is the mantra I’ve been Keeping.
Gratitude in each step embodied fully in my daydreams.
I will see it when I believe it — only if I open up, be willing to receive it!

I’m inspired by You. I’m inspired by You.
I’m inspired by Your Light.

“Train yourself to let go of that which you fear to lose the most.”
Go on, go face it, ’cause what you focus on surely grows.

Hope & I [Dusty Floor]

hope and i are dear friends
faith and i, we made amends
grace and i, we meet from time to time to explore the depths
patience sits beside, reminds me that there really is no end
i just can’t remember where i start, & where you begin

see i’m not the kind of bird that’s got some broken down wings
i’m not the sort of girl that doesn’t know how to fix things
but there’s a part of me that wants to get ahold of you
a fleeting moment, our lives done changed … i know we are not through

this is not normal. i do not do this.
but something shone through your eyes that i cannot just dismiss.
see i know i lost my marbles, but i could’a sworn your gun was loaded
i saw myself in its reflection, and i kept that duly noted.

i know you meant one thing by that. but i’m talking the bullets of your words.
straight from your heart and fingers, vocalizing your soul to the world.
i am not just a woman. you are not just a man.
and yeah i know i want things that i do not quite yet understand.

and so I tend to sing in metaphor, I don’t often speak directly.
but you can’t look at a girl like that and expect her not to think of you fondly.
Now I lay flat upon a dusty floor where we stood.
I told myself not to say these things, but I know in my heart, I really should ’cause

hope and i are dear friends
faith and i, we made amends
grace and i, go dancing all along the mountainsides.
sometimes late at night when i see some fire light, it’s true
i remember things i felt before…
i think of you.

see i’m not too proud to say that somedays i’m not a saint
more like a sailor, cursing the odds that we can’t just be what we ain’t
but i think of how things, are so much better than they could’ve been
and so i praise the days i still get to say “i love you” to my friends

i recall your obsidian eyes, looking straight into mine when
you sang to me, you sang to me that my eyes they shine real bright.
yeah you & i were born right on down by the riverside.
that’s where i’ll be, barefoot and smiling if you need a little light…’cause

hope and i are dear friends
faith and i, we made amends
grace and i, we learn again not to break when we can bend.
patience sits beside, reminds me that there really is no end
i just can’t remember where i start, & where you begin.