tonys celebration of life

He left last night 

not knowing (I like to think) 

It was not his choice 

it was decided for him I tell myself. 

He stopped breathing 

and the machine was taken from him. 

It's not that he looked comfortable

or happy or proud 

in fact the machinery with all its attachments 

with all its needles 

he was not happy 

he struggled to breathe to move 

in fact he couldnt move. 

I lost him before then in the diagnosis

his eyes looking up 

as if he made his way to heaven. 

How I love the sentiments we invent 

the creation of a heaven 

waiting to welcome the ones we depend on for love. 

No way around it 

we don't want you to leave 

even if it makes you comfortable. 

You were never a sentimentalist 

creating a heaven in your mind 

where you could look down on all who loved you as I did. 

It was not my choice to share you with others 

but now you have moved 

from being the warm arms 

I fell into 

the advice to comfort 

the face to kiss 

the knowledge 

rules and connection 

like light returning 

every morning

 

the breakfast in bed 

supper in the evening 

and television shows 

now I understand 

how much you meant to everyone 

you cared for 

after supper

poem

love is not love which alteration finds

or bends with the remover to remove

oh no

it is an ever fixed mark

I Wear Your Sweaters

Old, stained, well worn bring comfort
when I’m inside

their out of style frumpish gape around my body

say my looks
don’t matter
but the way I wear you

covers my skin intervenes between me and the outside world

an undeniable belonging attachment to a common algorythm

as I shrink into
obscurity beyond economy radical attention knowing

I am loved by you
and wild birds who lend me their wings temporarily

moving across my window in sunlight.

I Wear Your Sweaters

Old, stained, well worn bring comfort
when I’m inside

their out of style frumpish gape around my body

say my looks
don’t matter
but the way I wear you

covers my skin intervenes between me and the outside world

an undeniable belonging attachment to a common algorythm

as I shrink into
obscurity beyond economy radical attention knowing

I am loved by you
and wild birds who lend me their wings temporarily

moving across my window in sunlight.

Violence Is A Disease

Violence Is A Disease

 https://thelefthook.substack.com/p/how-america-can-cure-its-addiction?utm_source=podcast-email&publication_id=2686450&post_id=202178727&utm_campaign=email-play-on-substack&utm_content=watch_now_button&r=pwb38&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email

Violence works like a disease. Listen to this man.

It's Time To Build A World That's Life Loving Not Greed

Money, Stocks, Education, Power are ways to support life not trash it. 

But we humans who can  must do everything in our power to support it.

It's not Me versus Power, it's Life versus things.

 

I Lost My Beloved

He left last night 

not knowing (I like to think) 

It was not his choice 

it was decided for him I tell myself. 

He stopped breathing 

and the machine was taken from him. 

It's not that he looked comfortable

or happy or proud 

in fact the machinery with all its attachments 

with all its needles 

he was not happy 

he struggled to breathe to move 

in fact he couldnt move. 

I lost him before then in the diagnosis

his eyes looking up 

as if he made his way to heaven. 

How I love the sentiments we invent 

the creation of a heaven 

waiting to welcome the ones we depend on for love. 

No way around it 

we don't want you to leave 

even if it makes you comfortable. 

You were never a sentimentalist 

creating a heaven in your mind 

where you could look down on all who loved you as I did. 

It was not my choice to share you with others 

but now you have moved 

from being the warm arms 

I fell into 

the advice to comfort 

the face to kiss 

the knowledge 

rules and connection 

like light returning 

every morning

 

the breakfast in bed 

supper in the evening 

and television shows 

now I understand 

how much you meant to everyone 

you cared for 

after supper

Have You Seen Anything Today?

Like flowers in your back yard? Butterflies? Tiny bugs travelling across your ceiling? Your friend visiting? Your husband preparing supper? Rain? Today I learned about the life of a woman who posts really interesting news which you have been meaning to learn more about? Do I seem lazy? Because I don't do vacuuming these days. My husband does do housekeeping because I cannot walk. I cannot even stand up without hanging onto something. Well today I learned about a woman who lived in Germany in the thirtees. Her name was Hannah Arendt. She wrote about justice, society and how we can get along. To read more about this wise woman look into what has been written here ... Hannah Arendt. She never married and her thoughts and papers were published.

SERMON FROM THE BED by Karen Vickers

I know it doesn’t seem like it, against the scale of what is happening globally, but even getting out of bed and going outside to enjoy the sunshine, sing to the birds, love your husband, and feel the glorious joy of the wind running through your hair is an act of defiance these days. Those, who cling to money and power want you to be afraid and glued to your screen. Our world is collapsing, and it must collapse before something more beautiful can be born. There are many people around the world doing the work and new consciousness is arising, but it is going to take time. You will not see it. Sometimes I wonder if I will even live to see it. But I do see change happening around me. You are the wise elder now. Teach those who want to learn. Write about the beautiful world you know is possible. Enjoy the garden coming to life as spring arises. I’ll be there soon for tea. Karen

What Can You Do?

Scrolling through posts online - there was one on a young man serving customers in a large store. It revealed to me the harshness of this age. 

Ten years ago we were heading towards this world where "isolated humans competing for most of what each of us wants" has dehumanized us.

How can we bring back humanity?

By getting at the truth of our lives.

From this minute on we can ask ourselves what we can do. And do it!

Nothing is going to fix everything.

No we are not isolated individuals competing for most of what each wants.

We are goddesses and gods trying to mend this wage.