Sunday, May 29, 2005

who says he's having fun?

the weirdest thing in the world is when someone you like goes away and has fun with other people and you feel stuck where you are and are mostly alone, and for some reason this pisses you off. that is strange to me. yet, here i am, irritated because im not having fun too. and how do i know he's even having any fun at all? its likely he's bored senseless like me. and besides, i have a lot of stuff to do, i just dont want to do most of it. although i am currently listing all my cds on amazon for sale... need some ani?

Friday, May 27, 2005

cannibal culture

looking through my books i found an envelope with this quote

"if a tree falls in the forest, does a listener have to be white to hear it?"

this is likely either a quote from Deborah Root (from which i found the envelope) or my amazing instructor Rory Ong. in any case, its brilliant.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

moving along

oy vey!

ive "conquered" the problem with attachment... im able to let my belongings go. the new hurdle here, however, is making things go away. it seems that no matter how many times you tell 400 books to go away, they just sit there, waiting for something to happen. as if I'M the one who is supposed to pick them up and carry them away.

it seems very few things actually get up on their own and walk away... except my glasses. my glasses seem to have gotten up and wandered off. if anyone finds them, please, ask them to wander back home. i miss them.

perhaps you've heard im moving. and selling stuff to make the nomadic faerie goddess life that much easier to live. here are some important places to go if you'd like to contribute to the "help amy life a wonderous life of magical bliss." or if you'd just like to help me get some books walking.

albybookworm listings on amazon.com. if you see something you want, let me know and we might be able to skip the whole shipping thing.

my art auctions on ebay.

now, if there is a piece you've had your eye on, ask me about it. it might be for sale at my online store. im serious about considering all offers, so ask. don't wait for me to list it on ebay.

im also selling my neat furniture, my stamp stuff (you know, the ink and the rubber stamps and the making of neat things kind of stamp stuff). plus ive got tons of size 8, 10, and 12 clothes to let go of.

im pleading for your help folks.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

poetic melancholy

its a contemplative soft sadness, one ive felt most of my life /
its not even from someone playing my heart-strings /
although i do love a good love /
it just exists within me, always there, quietly knowing, whispering in my ear /
guitar strings resonate with a depth of my spirit that thought doesn't touch /
i eat, breathe and shit feeling God at my heels asking why /
but i havent a dime to spare today and mexico is calling with rays of glittered graffiti /
when i think about her, the grass is faded by the sun because the photo was born two decades ago /
let it go, let it go, its not fashionable to fight /
and what do we do if there is nothing left to fight for? /
when things are good enough to look the other way /
the sharks know how clear clean salt water is Truth /
let those words roll from your lips, i want to hear you say it

how does this serve me?

as i clean my room and the half of the kitchen that stores all my art supplies and yard sale items, i have remembered a wonderful way to think about letting go of my possessions.

usually my approach is "omg, if i let this go i may need it in a week or month or year and will have buy more!" clearly this doesn't leave much room for letting go.

but last night, as i sat reading and writing at jp licks, it occurred to me that the question i really need to be asking myself is "how does this serve me?"

how does it serve me to hold onto this?
does it serve me better to let it go?
how much more trouble it is to keep this than to let it go?

since instituting this new pattern of thinking (a whole 14 hours ago) i have a renewed perspective on life and stuff. im letting more and more go, knowing it will have a loving home elsewhere, where it can be more fully utilized.

what do you have accumulating in your life?
how does it serve you to keep holding onto it?
would it serve you better to let it go?

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

animal book

peacock plumes
of blue and green
reflecting your eyes
back at me

the novel of your life
sits in the back seat
of my car

maybe someday
my fingers will caress
your spine

until then i'll read you
from my cage
upon my rock
keeping
my glasses on
so i can see your
lips

trying to pretend
i wasn't looking
when you saw me
yesterday
i was alone there
not lonely
mostly thinking of you

your pages coarse
parchment fingers
inky zebra hair
they all forget

painting history

i want to be invisible
no attention drawn to me

the lines are thick
yellow, orange and red

the flower the sun the mango
what does it matter?

the canvas bends either way
my brush meets it with heart on sleeve

remembering to breathe
i wipe my hands on my shirt

i want to be star of the show
applause greeting me here

adding green and blue
knowing truth from fantasies of peace

scratching paint off
thin white streaks show through

the canvas bends either way
my brush meets it with heart on sleeve

the texture is perfect, it feels right
i can't stand flatlines

how do i rewrite history?

gifted love

this ribbon
as it unravels
revealing my faith in us

we dance
twirling around
creating a work of art

you are to me
a wonderous gift
from the Universe

the box unwrapped
no paper is needed
i'll wear you home

play for me
i love that song
the one you change the words

we laugh
falling down
standing up in love

Sunday, May 15, 2005

The New Face of Money

Beliefs that shaped my relationship with money.

When I was growing up it seemed that Money caused a great deal of conflict and created extreme distance between people. My parents struggled with child support issues, my mom was trapped in an abusive relationship with someone who had a much higher income than her, and all of this created tension and distance between me and my parents. In many ways, I felt responsible for all this conflict and distance since the child support was for me and my mom stayed with the abusive boyfriend in order to have a roof over our heads and provide for me.

I came to understand that Money creates unhealthy and unwanted conflict and dependence. That people with money hoard it and use it to control others, or withhold it to punish.

My beliefs about Money have really come between me and prosperity. I've seen Money as a source of negative and controlling power, and as a cause of conflict, destruction, dependence, and distance. I've believed that it is better to be without Money, and to struggle with finances, rather than to have Money and experience such negativity.

I've also been influenced by ideas of women being money hungry and greedy. So I often refuse Money and overshare the Money I do receive.

Money tends to be something I see people struggle with. Its a struggle to make Money, its a struggle to get that Money that has been earned, and then its a struggle to let go of that Money when it's time to pay bills or buy necessities. They work very hard to earn very little, or they depend on someone else to provide for them.

If I imagine Money as a person in a relationship with me, Money is a tricky, mean, instigator with a devious face and smile. He is a prankster, cold,
calculating and psychotic. Almost like the Joker from Batman. He is powerful but mean spirited and not to be trusted. The more vulnerable you are, the more he takes advantage of you. He's the reason "no take-backs" was invented.

The thing about Money, is he doesn't trust me either. He doesn't think I deserve him because he thinks I spend frivilously. He doesn't want me to have expensive things or enjoy my life. Money wants me to depend on him for everything, including happiness. He likes having control and power.

How does Money operate in my life? He tends to take from me and trick me by giving me a little so I think I will have some, then he pulls it away. Often I have just enough to get by. But sometimes when I have extra, I use it up quickly.
How does Money feel about me? Like I’m gullible. I’ll fall for his tricks. He likes to
watch me struggle.

Is Money someone I’d want to have a relationship with if I didn’t have to? God no!

There needs to be a shift in this relationship. I need to release my dependence on Money. One way I can do this is by reducing my living expenses and by
recognizing my own role in the relationship and how I play into the "game".
I'd also like to let go of the old Money and create a new relationship with a new Money personae.

I want to accept Money into my life and know that she loves and cares for me very much. I want to appreciate and love her, welcome and cherish her. I want to make sure I spend her wisely but also in fun. I want us to get along with each other.

To make this change real, I will create a new vision of Money and communicate with her more frequently and from a place of love and peace rather than from a place of fear and scarcity.

Today Money is transforming into a goddess - the Goddess of Abundance. Her blondish-brown hair reflects golden sunshine and she smiles knowingly. An elegant and flowing blue and purple dress drapes her body. She wears a silver ring with a pearl in it, and a small silver necklace. She has no need for other adornments. She is a symbol of plentiful and abundant life and joy. I sense a calm and peace surrounding her, and her arms are open to me with love and beauty.

The Goddess of Abundance wants me to know there is more than enough for everyone and I shall have as much as I allow myself. All I need to do is be true to myself and do what I love. Everything else will fall into place.

Friday, May 13, 2005

guaranteed eternal bliss

i was at a high school dance or social gathering. db was my fantabulous date for the evening and i was proud to be with him as we talked to people we ran into. i felt very secure and pleased. not too far off, i saw scotty oglvie and realized i was supposed to be with him and felt badly. was scotty my boyfriend or were we merely supposed to be here on a date? i was concerned db would be upset if found out i had arranged to be here with scotty before coming here with him. but i still felt i needed to explain to scotty what had happened. i excused myself for a bit and went to talk to scotty. i apologized for not being there. he seemed sad, disappointed. i wanted him to feel better but i also wanted to get back to db. the longer i stayed with scotty the more unsure i became about being with db. and somehow that lack of sureness became fear that db was going to change his mind and realize he was missing so much by being with me. while i was away, he was forgetting my greatness and enjoying the freedom of not being in a relationship. i knew i could return to db, but that now the future would be uncertain due to his discovery. i had to choose between the well-known past, comfortable and certain, and the uncertain future, filled with joy but with no guarantees.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

eruption

5/18/1980 afternoon

afternoon becomes night
i am 4 years old
the snow falls

beautiful snow
dry and warm
soft silk powder

momma brings me in
i call dad "its snowing!"

i wake Harlen
in his dark trailer
we watch together
he walks me back to grandmas

unaware of the death
the destruction
there is only awe

Sunday, May 08, 2005

MLK Jr - Conscience

Cowardice asks the question, "Is it safe?" Expediency asks the question, "Is it politic?." Vanity asks the question, "Is it popular?." But, conscience asks the question, "Is it right?." And there comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but one must take it because one's conscience tells one that it is
right.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

Friday, May 06, 2005

battleaxe in jail

according to okcupid.com i'm the battleaxe.
id like a second opinion.

apparently, as a Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer db is supposed to avoid the battleaxe...

otherwise, today was your typical "kitties come wandering out of nowhere meowing im my direction like ive got an open gallon of milk ready to pour into a dish" kind of day.

i talked to my mom briefly. apparently my dad's nephew stole my mom's sister's car. yes, my cousin on one side of the family stole a car from an aunt on the other side of the family. how do they even know each other??? well, my cousin is friend's with my other cousin (the aunt's son) because they met a few years ago in JAIL... exactly where they both are right this minute. guess they missed each other?

Sunday, May 01, 2005

i shall lead you to the holy cuteness

my sister might just be the cutest sister ever. no joke.

she emailed me today asking to know about my job as a life coach... she's doing a report about me for school.

she considers me a leader :-D