FireRainChild

Such deep slow pungent joy. Enough to wallow in. Enough to let it flow freely between lovers and back again. Joy is something you taste, feel, smell, and hear. It is in the skin, and in the eyes. It’s the wind as it blows your hair. Every touch, every turn of the head, every glance, every step. Every flick of the hand and every smile thought unseen. Such such brightness. Such freedom. Such rich deep connection. Wherein you describe you love in colors, turquoise and orange. I memorized you skin. I made maps with my fingertips. We were full one another. When we kissed planets got their names. When we kissed we were no longer two. We were one. You are a part of my. You are tattooed on my skin, soul, You are tied to me. The mind remembers everything. 2 weeks ago

Drown 1 month ago

What will I do with this pungent bright happiness? Set it on fire, bury it deep within your heart’s blood. Stitch it together with ribbons of joy. Smear it over your skin and embrace. Touch everyone you meet with love. Feast on love with your eyes and hands. 3 months ago

What will I do with this pungent bright happiness? Set it on fire, bury it deep within your heart’s blood. Stitch it together with ribbons of joy. Smear it over your skin and embrace. Touch everyone you meet with love. Feast on love with your eyes and hands. 3 months ago

I have another year written on my skin and in my memories, buried in my bones. Neon pinks and deep deep earthy greens. This year has dug in deep and opened me. Thanksgiving instead of New Year’s is my time to look back and digest the goodness, darkness, the pungent rich bounty that these hours, minutes, days have brought me. This year’s harvest is overflowing. Grateful doesn’t come close to how I feel about the people I have met this year. I had no idea. Each one of you have been like being hit by a shooting star. You are all so bright, so blindingly bright. So rich and true. So deep, so raw, so ripe, so alive. Passionate doesn’t even come close… I wish I could show you how I feel by sensations only, colors and smell. Y’all leave my nerve endings tingling… I opened myself to LOVE and LOVE found me. Boy did it ever.

And the thing that is so delicious? The thing that makes me giddy?
This is just the beginning…

Thank You 5 months ago

Gratitude is not a big enough word. It’s doesn’t have enough room.

The things in my life that I am so thankful for are my breath, my life, the cells of my heart and body. The way I fell about family and music and friends and art, my children, is the same way I feel about the sun rising in the morning. I am in awe. I will celebrate awegiving.

And I am humbled. When something touches me so deeply I am brought to my knees and am humbled that my heart is soft enough to be touched that raw. 6 months ago

Sometimes passion erupts like color. It boils over, no longer willing to be contained. It’s painful when inspiration has it’s way with you. It hurts that the beauty is no longer inside. Hollow. It becomes a separate being. It’s no longer written on your skin, in your blood. It has been born into the world. Cold and alone after. But try keeping it in… it’s like trying to swallow stars. 6 months ago

6 years ago today I married a wonderful man. Today I am married to the same man but he has in my eyes grown into a breath-taking, deeply understanding, more that ‘just’ wonderful man. He is my heart, my Christmas and my Easter. I love him more than my heart and body can hold. Thank you for being the best father and husband I know. I love you. 8 months ago

I don’t know about you. But for me emotion is no little thing. I feel everything to the ten degree. Pain, sadness, excitement, love. It’s a heavy heavy weight or it is wings, sets me free. I don’t take anything lightly… I can’t. I’ve tried. I’ve wanted so to be normal. Not to ride the waves of my moods, my up and down emotions. I have tried so. But I’m in too deep. Colors and sound, movements and smells, they are in my skin.

When I find a passion it digs under my skin. Obsession seems to light of a word. It becomes my blood and I carry it forever. It becomes like an arm, a leg. Music, people, art, it becomes me. I can’t live without. It becomes my water, my food.

Ever since I was a little girl I have had a deep love for the legends and myths about Robin Hood, and I’m talking deep, it’s in my bones. I was obsessed, fascinated, enchanted. It all stared with the Disney movie, oh how dear that is to me. When I’m sick, down, or just need something to cheer me up I go to Robin Hood. The first copy of it we had was a VHS recorded off TV and I can still tell you where the commercial breaks where. I wore that thing out. I can play it over and over in my head.

He and his story became my blood. I loved the magic, the wonder, the passion, the outlaws, living on your own in the woods to help others and win over evil. I don’t think there is one movie, book, TV show, story, etc that I haven’t devoured about my Robin. And if there is, I will soon find it and make it part of me. I have written stories, reports, papers, about this man in Green. I was even him for Halloween a for few years. No not Marian, tho I love her too, but I had to be Robin. I have had many many dreams wherein I run free through Sherwood. God, I love it. I eat it up.

Well, I went to go see the movie The Lovely Bones with my beloved youngest sister, (and that movie, by the way, blew me away… It will feed me for quite a while.) So we are stilling there in the theater, waiting, excited for this movie that we have been waiting so long to see. And this preview comes up. Knights… cool. Old green magic forests…. cool. Russell Crowe… cool. Cate Blanchett… even cooler. Then… and then I saw a bow in arrow.gasp My hearts begins to beat a bit faster. Could it be? Could it? Then, I see the word, “OUTLAW” oh my goodness… I almost peed my pants. Is it? Is it? Could it be? I think it just might be. The words come up… ROBIN HOOD In the middle of the theater, full of people waiting to see a movie, I cry out and throw my fist into the air, “YES!” I may have embarrassed a few of my fellow movie goers. Again I apologize… I’m sorry, I’m a nut. But did you not see? ROBIN HOOD Did you not see? ROBIN FREAKIN HOOD!!!!!!!

It took me a good 15 minutes to calm down, I was shaking, crying… clinging on to my sisters shoulders. My Robin Hood has returned.

Robin Hood out in 2010 Watch the trailer3 years ago

A while back I wanted to eat everything I found beautiful. Bring it into me.

Music, jewelry, cloth, color, a powerful movie, the wind. I wanted to chew it all up. Swallow it down, make it a part of me. Digest it.

Sometimes I would actually put beauty into my mouth. Bite it with my teeth. Push it against the top of my mouth. Taste it. Roll it around and around with my tongue. Hungry for it all. 8 months ago

in a bottle 8 months ago

The taste of lyrics. The rhythm of touch. The vibration of color. The sound of dirt underfoot. The taste of rhythm. The color of touch. The taste of vibration. The lyrics of dirt. 8 months ago

This goal is getting nice and fat but I don’t want to say that I am done. I will keep it up as a reminder… this one is never done.

My body is starting to feel whole. The roots are getting deeper. The dirt has found it’s way back under my feet and in my fingernails. My skin sings with warmth.

Being with kids reminds me. There is nothing better then digging into the sandbox or making friends with a ladybug. Because of one little one I played in the mud for a good hour or two. Having two dirt worshipers of my own doesn’t hurt either.

I like being in touch with my richer side. 9 months ago

I still visit from time to time. This goal is eating all my time. : ) 9 months ago

Peaches and cream. Deep strawberry nights. Pomegranate mornings. There is something at the end of this rainbow. 9 months ago

Written July 26th, 2005: untitled

Come dance with me under the fireworks and the rain as both shower our hair and our feet. Mix in kool-aid colors of red, green, and blue and stir. I stand before the wind in the place were the breeze starts and lose my skin. Peeled away in waves of happiness and smiles. Feel my heartbeat as you touch me below the veins, below the cells, and the blood. Don’t just touch my heartbeat… become it. Swallow it. Let me grow inside you as the seed of my fire glows within your heart. My eyes are the most beautiful things you have ever seen.

Snow cone colors leak onto the page where I tell the truth, and I can’t see pen marks anymore. But it becomes even more beautiful as the sugar and ice bend with the words. Don’t be afraid of Change the words tell me, the night tells me. The freedom that it brings, that is what I thirst for. I fill up my throat and lungs with the truth as I dive into the wishing well. But I can never get enough. Do you think, my love, if I became bigger than the whole world, the whole universe, could I fill myself with all this Beauty?

Live in a coloring book, melt the wax of the crayons and bathe in it. Cover your skin with the rainbow. Then run into the night, as you watch the streams of magic frolic behind you. 13 months ago

as of late. Can I get off and wait for the next one? 14 months ago

Change has come to stay… Beautiful

“The night leaves me with thoughts of sunshine and mischief in my mouth, sweet sugar it melts. Smooth fire. The bed covers fall away, dead leaves, layers of old years crumble. Dreams full with green and red, bright, so full with light that it hurts my eyes to look. But it would hurt more to look away, to cloud and fog the eyes and mind. Change comes again and drops jewels and sequins at the foot of my bed. Radiant pebbles in the gold water of my river. The river that flows under my skin, wakes up to the day. The sun touchs my face like a lover, brings a slow soft smile. Sunshine and Mischief. Melts like sugar in the sun.” 14 months ago