....an attempt to be free...

My voice---caught.
In my throat by the beak of the bird
that is captured within my ribcage.

She spreads out her wings
and feathers
tickle
my insides
and
brush my inner skin
as she remembers what it was like
to be free

Free to move and sing
not locked in place by who
SHE believes she has to be
but allowed to be who she has the potential to be.

i'm coming back to write soon i promise.
life has been wild.
last semester at humboldt state.
i moved into a new house up here.
i have no idea what i am going to do with my future.
i am looking at seminaries.
i desire to be loved.
i desire more than ever to find God in my life.

crazy little day...

I always want to have something insightful to say

and so today I'll say that I am loved

and hope that it's enough

<3

procrastination changed my life...

Tonight I read the book, Acts of Faith: The Story of an American Muslim, the Struggle for the Soul of a Generation by Eboo Patel and it changed my life.

I had an epiphany about my life and about what I have been doing with my life. Everything all of a sudden culminated in one thing in this book. And in something my grandmother said to me that I didn't think much about until I read this book. There is more thinking to be done on this. More conversations that need to take place. Conversations with my grandma and my mom. With Cindy and with Gelayol. And most likely with you if you read this.

I've got to finish finals stuff but I had an epiphany and so I needed to start thinking out loud....more thinking coming soon....more poetry as well, there is a lot brewing in my soul I just need to sit down and let it out.

Read Eboo Patel's book....

Welcome to my Soul

Do you ever hit a point in life when you realize you do what you are talking about and that you are smart?

I'm finally there in my life!


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Why not just apply and let fate decide?
Why limit yourself when you aren't even in charge?

Good point...maybe because I'm scared....


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Sometimes I wish I was Jewish because of how amazing they are

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I believe that we live in a myth of imperfection. We believe we aren't perfect. We've been told repeatedly we aren't perfect. I've come to believe it is a lie.

You are perfect because you were created by the definition of perfection. You don't believe me ask God or ask Rabbi Naomi (she's one of my heroes I've decided)

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My grandfather has diabetes and has an infection in the bone in foot...
This terrifies me...
My mom said he and my grandmother were in good spirits (they are two of my heroes as well)

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I feel blessed by so many people right now and they don't even know it
I think I will tell them

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To give someone affection is to bless them with something indescribable
I'm not kidding it is a proven scientific fact...I learned it today at school
Although I already knew affection was essential to life

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I'm looking for God outside of Christianity
In the hard places
In other religions
In being female
In feminist theology

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Welcome to my Soul

Highlights from thanksgiving week with my family coming soon :)

ponderings of this school week...

"God/dess" Karen Harris

"Divinity resides in the moments where our senses are completely open--it is our openness of perception that makes every moment divine" Hindu Tantra

"All pleasure is essentially spiritual--it creates a new world beauty" Mysticism and Madness

"Desire in the service of enlightenment" Kashmirshavism

"...to have the courage to cultivate a society that can live with its own flagrant contradictions." (271) The Ornament of the World by Maria Rosa Menocal

"Athens has nothing to do with Jerusalem" or "Athens has everything to do with Jerusalem"

"When everything else falls away the music comes in to keep me company in stuffy silence..." Me

laughter.

release.

the outward expression
of inward elatious joy,
raised to the magnitude
of the precision of happiness,
carried on the breath
of the lotus flower
that is passed,
from Creator to creation
with the purpose
of simple and refined delight,
in spite of the cloud cover of sadness
as we are beckoned just to smile.

November 6, 2007

My dad and my step-mom have been married for 14 years today.

What this means:
-They have been married for 14 years (duh)
-I have had a wonderful woman to call my mother for 14 years
-We have been a family for 14 years
-I've known God is real for 14 years

What a wonderful day...

sleep?

I have mini panic attacks whenever i try and sleep because my mind starts to think about the future and grad school and having to start over with the whole friendship thing. I have got to figure out what I am going to do.

mmmm....november....

So, God and I haven't been communicating recently. A more truthful way to say that would be I haven't be listening because I know God's talking I'm just not sure where I am. Well I know where I am I'm a little dead currently. I'm finding nothing and it sucks because I have a deep passion for what I believe and I can talk for hours about it and be extremely passionate and that's great but right know I'm dead. I need something new. I need something fresh. I need God apart from my passion and with my passion because God is my passion. One thing my professors always say about my papers is that they can feel my passion about who I am and what I believe. I love that!! I want people to know my passion!! Right now I'm in a rut though, and I need something more I'm not moving forward. I'm not going anywhere; I'm pretty sure I'm walking in a circle because I think I'm seen that tree before. I need to find something to not necessarily restart my faith, because it's there I feel it, but I need something to get it moving again. I need a push because I'm here but I'm just idling and for some reason I can't find drive (sorry for the car analogy but it works).


So, there's the beginning of November. Maybe something new? I'm pretty sure November is Swedish for new....or maybe I just need it to be...

forward....

forward...

forward...

pushed on
by inspiration
of divine proportions
--listening--
for the voice
that comes from within
and around
carried on the wind
through creation
in search of my ear
that is idly blocked
by melodies
of aesthetically pleasing sounds
that tickle and tantalize
working with the divine
to create
something
worth
knowing

October 23, 2007

watching the moon through
the skylight protective filter
from reality
not having to touch it with my eyes
but just observe it from below
at a distance safe enough to ensure
I--feel--nothing
except the beat of my own heart
that even now begins to betray me
to my spirit
and that sound is not silenced
even as I sleep with the enemy
to distract and be someone
I am not...
as I stop listening,
and stop talking.
But I am not numb,
even as hard as I try,
the skylight is an illusion I use
to protect myself
when in reality
I'm slowly fading away
into the moonlight
that I've been hiding from
as I move through life.

October 24, 2007

Art in the form of illegal activity
breaks legs and heals hearts
In forms and sounds of unknown languages
that shift consciousness to a new reality.

Peace signs painted on walls
and flowers inside barrels of guns
Carving a new path
to heal the world with our hands.
And bring us back,
before institutions,
before we made ourselves rulers,
before we were taught we couldn't feel like that.

Pushing the limits to create
and coming back
finding a new way to get there.

October 18, 2007

Ripped wings
attempt to navigate
through the falling cosmic
order of the changing of seasons

October 18, 2007

musings of an october morning?

So you know it's around 2am apparently (even though daylight savings isn't until November this year but I don't think anyone else got that memo). I can't sleep and I'm sick. I probably can't sleep because I took a 4 hour nap at around 3pm and I didn't wake up until noon today.

I've been thinking a lot lately about things I can't control, mainly my health. Now I know that you can control your health with the way you live, but I can't control my thyroid condition. Things are good my doctor reduced my thyroid meds I take but other things always seem to happen. I'm now apparently extremely iron deficient. He informed me that eventual heart failure is a side affect of my thyroid condition. I'm not afraid of this. I'm not going to stop living. This is just the way it is and I've been thinking about it.

I wish I wasn't allergic to cats I do think they are rather cute and wouldn't mind having one.

More poetry coming soon...

the fluidity of identity...

-wearing a ring in my nose
-applying to get my M.A. in Christian Spirituality and Interfaith Communication
-waiting for a man to come along worth loving
-rocking converse
-to write love on her arms
-no longer sleeping with the enemy
-eco-friendly
-vegetarian-ish
-organic
-rejuvenated
-inability to go home but not afraid
-growing up
-deciding on calvin crest next summer
-san francisco?
-long beach?
-berkeley?
-comfortable in my skin and in myself

My Soul

The flowers have lost their scent
in the lack of sleep and dreams
looking for colors that have melted
into the margins of everyday life
seeking solitude in sound
and rhythm in tea leaves
that have been left to dry in
the center of my soul
that is cracked and seeping
out through my tears












September 22, 2007

Fear

Am I a negative stereotype?
A contradiction of terms wrapped in
an enigma of images portraying
falsehoods passed off as realities
telling myself I am a seeker of
truth when really I am a giver of
sugar-coated lies that even
I've begun to believe with the best
of intentions.....






September 4, 2007

The wellspring of life pierces through the
atmospheric pressure of a mind clouded
with intricate networkings and weavings
of jazz beats that are sharp and flat
and not at all forgiving in their
speed as the rain pours in through the
small crack that has formed and begins drowning out the
beat and creating a new rhythm to swing
and sway to and be free to
as it sings of tomorrow and what forever might be...






August 28, 2007