A Dream

This is a new poem I wrote today:

If I were a ship I would never take port.

Like a fish I would be, and not like a tree

with my roots all around, tangled down in the earth.

But, flying over the sea sealing the waves and the clouds

with one golden line of shimmery bliss.

To and fro I would rock like the tick of a clock

to the sound of the whales as they cry for their mothers.

And seafoam would feed all my shivers and timbers

till the one final day I might sink down with my treasures.

But no, I would never take port.

stop and admire the flowers

My beautiful momma is an artist, and there has always been art around me, and one of the most influencial in my life has been the works of Georgia O'Keefe.

Last night I watched the wonderful biography recently made on her with Joan Allen in the title role. She is famous for being both a strong woman and a beautiful painter. Her flowers evoke passion and awe, her landscapes bring magic to the desert, and all of her work inspires wordless hope within me.

"One day I found myself saying to myself... I can't live where I want to… I can't go where I want to... I can't do what I want to. I can't even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to and say what I wanted to when I painted, and that seemed to be the only thing I could do that didn't concern anybody but myself."

I recommend the movie to everyone, and even more so I recommend infusing some great art into your life. Yesterday inspired me to go back to my roots and to try and strive to create art that fills me. Go find your art.

written in the stars

So the other day I was playing with BabyV and I couldn't help but feel that overwhelming gush of love, and I thought to myself :

Why do I feel this way (unabounding, mindblowing, uncomprehensible love) for her?

I guess in the back of my mind I had always assumed it was just because she was MINE; but as I looked at her in that moment, I knew that this was not so!

I think I love her so much because when I look at her I see pure unadulterated potential. Not that schister stuff that comes from cultural funnelings; but the true ability to do anything.

UNLIMITED, UNTAPPED, POTENTIAL.

Picture it. And what's even greater is that everyday I see her use that potential to do something new: sit, bleech, wink, sneeze, teething, laughing, you naming she is finding the life spark within her to pull it off. I love her for all that she is, will and could be. She reminds me so much of her dad whom I had the same feeling for when I fell in love with him...because I knew it wasn't only the him that I loved who stood before me, but the great him that I knew I had to be there to see him become.