Haiti

Gazing over the rubble of your singing city
there among all resting bodies
lays your struggle,
and the dance to rise as the towers fell
so bright I see you
so strong and dark like the night.

There among the passing days
are the women who search and pray
There our mother standing by with
white silks bands,
around her waist,
she does not settle until the eyes meet
and the arms greet the frightened child.

There in the West Indies
among great valleys and plains
the Earth has shaken
under its skin
the wound burst over your roads.

There among the passages of time
solidarity to lift your walls
solidarity to feed the hunger
solidarity to weave the threads

so this rope that pulls in my center
can speak to you as I feel
no so far from my country
not so far from your song and dance
with open heart all my light
over your city.

Water

My concerns over water grow as I dive into a project with a friend in the last couple of weeks and uncovering the percentages over abuse and contamination over our precious element of water. I´ve been drawn toward her more and more lately. The connection is strong as I bathe , swim, drink it...survive because of her. It nurtures the Earth and this planet we live in so it then can bear fruit and nourish even more on what we eat, what is grown in our garden. Water is the carrier of the essence of life. As it nurtures the Earth it is the same for us considering that we are 70% of water in our bodies.

How far back do we go. The womb, the bearer of this sea of consciousness in which life became possible. Becoming those containers of life force to interact with it not only in our bodies but everything we come in to contact. The mist traveling in the late hours of the night. The rain as teardrops over us at early dawn, cleansing, clearing. Teardrops filled with emotions that are moving through. That is the feeling that is coming to mind. Navigating within our own bodies as we travel in any space such as our mind, body or Earth but I feel it coming strongly into my womb, the second chackra. I am declaring the longing to clear my second chackra, to have it filled with clear, transparent water. Fluidity rising to my heart.

I was thinking of scarcity of water such as countries now experience in different parts of the world and as I open my facet, each time I become more and more conscious of every drop that is available for me, how abundant it is now at the house, all around here.

I remember when I was a little girl living in Costa Rica and we were 4 kids living in the same household and my grandmother would give each one of us a bucket full of water to bathe in and it was in our eyes plenty! She would collect buckets of water during rainfalls and there was a container in the backyard for those days when the city agencies would shut the water down for an entire day. She also had a "pila", a cement sink where we would wash our clothes and dishes and right next to it was a small basin where she would collect water. There was plenty but it was scarce in the city at least that was the feeling we had as we were growing up.

and now here we are later, twenty something years later and the scarcity is becoming more and more evident even in Los Angeles, the city of great abundance, so much abundance that it becomes deceiving how in other countries the lakes are drying, mud cracks on the dying desert, the Earth is longing desperately for its mist and rain to open up the avenues of rivers and creeks that feed the femenine flow among our cities.

Messages in the sky

I grew from gratitude and from expanding my heart,
the sky spread and met with my eye
it softened its gaze as the clouds moistened the air
and here they are those messages in the sky
soft, fluffy, like cotton candy from the carnival.

There they were far in the east
as I skated my way in to dawn
icebergs at the tips of my fingers
and humming the warm breath
into my hands,

Those clouds are sending messages
and i just make out a few letters
here and there
like a language I knew
but I hardly remember any more,

so I skated rapidly with all at hand,
as the muscles heated up
and the view cruised at
the sides of the road
and the wink of the homeless guy
on the bench,

as he threw a smile
and said without words:
you got it babe
you got it babe
its all a maze
and you´re in it,
we´re skating right into it.

Cirrus Sky

In the spread of your angel wings
the sky has embodied each flight
across each gaze,
of all the ones below you
with flights from east to west,

and what is there I asked
so true to each step taken
as your essence dissipates
among us in the rain flow
over all lands,

as you travel across the skies
with veils of white droplets
who blend above the crowds
who with their drumming
play and dance to celebrate
your flight across the sky,

As the heartbeat of a nation
so longing to be embraced by you
they dance and celebrate as the
sun circles across the horizon
as the witness of rhythm and song

and all dances pound among the sand
to reach as waves of sound
to your rainbow color
that slowly dissipate to another time.

Crow´s Garden

This is the garden as we cleared, weeded out and mixed the Earth. The new seeds have been planted with Chard seeds from Croatia! This was Sunday afternoon under the growing moon. Preparing for a new season.
Bountiful, prosperous and rich with fertile soil. It is a true gift to have a garden in Los Angeles, all the magic in the backyard of your house. This space is sacred for me, for my roommate, for my neighbor. We all delight in coming home and finding the extension of our wondering in the garden. Right there all the lessons of a lifetime.

Yams!

These are the yams of summer. Harvest is digging deep in the Earth for them. They´ve been nourished, watered, handed down by my mother who safed the sprouted ones early this year. This is the fruit. They filled the evening meal as we cooked them and then sprinkled with cinnamon and honey.

I am grateful learning how to garden, how to nourish the soul with the fruits of the Earth.

This is the Nicotiana plant in my garden.

She is beginning to flower.

Her leaves are strong.

Her stem is thick and grounded.

She grew from a tiny seed in the late summer.

Its winter now and the yellow bell flower s

are at the top ready to give,

to create.

Clearings

The sky has cleared, specially after the rains which for me is like a cleansing time, a nourishing time of essence. How I love the rain! It opens the skies, literally and when there is clearance the sunshine is brighter than ever. The rainbows are more colorful, more playful. Inside my house there are several crystal balls that I hang so when the sunshine enters the house the traces of its light reflect upon the crystal balls and multicolor spots reach the different walls of the house.
In these recent weeks I have started clearing with my roommate the house, dusting, giving away, throwing away those magazines and articles I thought I would get to read one day. They are gone. We are steam cleaning the carpet, painting certain walls and both of us have started dreaming more vividly. Its a good time to ask questions. Its a good time. Its an incredible time of times. The connection that we are feeling, the solidarity that is traveling through the streets is something I have read in books, or studied in school but now I feel it happening in my heart with other hearts.
Now I go to gratitude, my friend Scott Schwenk writes on his blog about gratitude lately and each day when I wake up he has written his share of gratitude and each day I am reminded that its about gratitude (you can read about it in his blog: http://scottschwenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/30-days-of-gratitude-day-9.html). I started imagining that instead of waking up to the bla, bla, bla in my head....I just start by gratitude, just thinking 1 or 2 or 3 things about gratitude, just to experiment and see what happens. Try it for 30 days! So I joined my sister with this. When I bring gratitude into my life the heart expands, when my heart expands it leads. If I tell you how grateful I am to wake up and know that I am alive, that I have one more day to live and one more day to create, to write, to dance and be able to continue writing my son a letter I was not able to write a year ago, that fills my heart. It keeps the momentum flowing, the momentum of letting my essence thrive through this layer of reality.
I am grateful for the garden that we have downstairs, that has taught me to clear and dig deep into my roots so I have an opportunity to untangle the many knots that I thought would keep me safe. Now that my heart is strong, now that I´ve untangled a few more knots and made the soil fertile enough so the flowers, vegetables, fruits and herbs can grow, now that I´ve nourished my spirit a bit more and have learned about harvesting and reserving and move into gratitude, now that I can learn about letting this fertile soil rest and nourish itself for the next crop.
Now I am learning to nourish our space, our dreaming. Now that I am learning to move from the I to we...I invite you to prepare the soil, to nourish once again the garden of your being, to mix the compost soil we´ve prepared for the new seedlings, the new ideas, projects, dreams of all that we are meant to do in this lifetime. There are no limits in the expression of your heart!
I invite you to this garden on the westside, on your reflections, your ideas, your seedlings to participate in this blog.

Momentum : P=mv

I hear the crows from afar in the background of this scene, cawing one after another,
announcing into nothing, at least nothing I can see but there is certainly a message,
I just haven´t yet begun to decipher its vibration, so I am patient. Last night as I was driving into the city, you know when the streets begin to empty themselves out and you can feel people are starting to fall asleep, I felt the cold, misty fog take over the avenues and there is almost an in between moment that is prominent. There was a thought that came through my mind as I drove into the green light and quickly captured a mannequin on the right side of the sidewalk inside a beauty supply store and I almost saw it come to live! So there was this thought that one of these days we are going to enter that layer where we can approach those "other" beings, those other layers of existence that roam around the city. It didn´t scare me like it usually does but it was interesting.

Momentum, there is momentum when you are riding the wave of love. It is constant and subtle, it has a slight buzzing in the background like a new vibration surfacing little by little. It doesn´t come all at once perhaps it would scare the hell out of you but it starts coming into your body, your heartbeat, a sensation of well being, you like when its freezing outside and your wrap yourself into the best cozy covers of your bed and the warmth of your body takes over and you are cuddled into its arms like no other lover did.

Momentum, maybe that is what saved the life force from being exploited into bad habits and addictions, when you gain momentum there is this sense of growth and stillness. When you are in momentum, you are in the flow and when you are in the flow there is a journey that follows directing all the plays at hand. I was breathing last night, the room became completely quiet and my breath filled not only my body but the room I was in and the vibration resonated through my arms and it became apparent that those scenes of hopelessness were revisited and carried by a healing blue light that had its own purpose and yet that became my armor.

In the Britannica Concise Encyclopedia:

Momentum: Product of the mass of a particle and its velocity. Newton's second law of motion states that the rate of change of momentum is proportional to the force acting on the particle. Albert Einstein showed that the mass of a particle increases as its velocity approaches the speed of light. At the speeds treated in classical mechanics, the effect of speed on the mass can be neglected, and changes in momentum are the result of changes in velocity alone. If a constant force acts on a particle for a given time, the product of the force and the time interval, the impulse, is equal to the change in momentum. For any array of several objects, the total momentum is the sum of the individual momenta. See also angular momentum.

More to come....

Temescal Canyon

This is what I saw as I stood at the top of the canyon,
a hummingbird on my right overlooking the ocean
sitting on the thin branch of a shrub above
and the sun,
golden red sun setting on the west
and bathing all sky with a streak of orange red
along the lining of the dark blue sea
Catalina island presence in between,


this is what I felt from the afternoon glow
that was moving through me as I climbed
into the canyon,
blue feathered quails gathering below
as I pass through,

the sky clear as ever as another jet plane
ventures high above from the LAX
and the full moon overlooking
the whole city,

how lucky it is to be here
in this city of angels
that is constantly changing
and overlooking your presence

always inviting,
always reaching out
to walk its streets
like birds into paradise.