Sephyrus

Thanks, Sir!

2012-01-10T13:55:00.000-05:00

http://cheezburger.com/WilliamKeckler/lolz/View/5674211072

Been a long time

2011-12-14T00:28:00.000-05:00

It's been so long since I've blogged, I almost have jitters posting something new. To get you up to speed, I've been busy with school, catching a baby squirrel in my bedroom, gazing at the country moon and over all, just being super happy. I hope you are all happy, too. Here are some photos that got lost in the shuffle:

This is from that freak snowstorm we had before Halloween. I lost power for over a week... Luckily cameras run on batteries :)

Meet Baby, my cat. She's tiny and adorable.

This is Gunga, my Amazonian goddess cat. She knows magic.

On the way to Litchfield to do some Christmas shopping. (I wasn't driving)

My obsession with photographing the sky through power lines.

Good morning

2011-09-20T08:18:00.000-04:00

Hey, you! Jellyfish!!!!

2011-09-19T16:53:00.000-04:00

These pictures were taken yesterday at the Mystic Aquarium in Connecticut. I was really looking forward to seeing the jellyfish the most because they are so strange. They look so delicate but they manage to survive. The species on the top has mouths on its legs! The group on the bottom live upside down, it seems to resemble plants and trick whatever they eat into their bellies. They are all so beautiful.

Hunch

2011-08-24T21:56:00.002-04:00

Crevassed crimson, slightly chapped,
indents match where they meet.

Pupils dilate behind shuttered eyelids,
even brighter than beach sun you are.

So rested, so close to you,
touching - my shoulders reach for clouds.

I almost become one - blue and drifting,
yet substance weighs me down.

Your other hand in my hair
to say - stay, just a moment longer.

Cart Part Two

2011-08-18T18:03:00.000-04:00

I walked away
without a
sound.

I
even averted
eye contact before

getting up and
leaving to
make

a
call outside
around the corner.

Two French people
were sitting
at

a
table outside
so I returned

to bask in
their language.
When

they
left, she
came out. She

silently sits in
front of
me.

She
just clapped
her hands. She

knows I'm writing
about her.
She

can
feel my
auric interrogation. She's

wearing a green
barrette in
her

hair
which keeps
catching my eye.

Cart

2011-08-18T16:36:00.002-04:00

What makes me
stall on
a

possible
conversation with
the bag lady

sitting across the
aisle from
me?

She's
more than
likely a mother,

grandmother or other
form of
matriarch

with
layers of
stories only people

who have lived
like her
posses.

A
publisher's dream,
assuming she speaks.

Her Walmart cart
contains two
throw

pillows
embroidered with
posies. They are

brown. As I
write this,
I

remember
a friend's
cousin. It could

be - let me
know. Still:
bandana,

yellow
plastic grocery
bag, water bottle.

White hair, wrinkled
skin, winter
hat.

I
hope she
has a home.

On a date at starbucks

2011-08-18T16:02:00.003-04:00

Not me.
Some other lovely people.
Man with eyebrows animated and feet fidgety.
"I thought women were wired that way."
"Hmmm..."
"Well, you could always go somewhere else."
"No, hmhmmhm, I didn't say it like that.
"I think it's great."

Here y'all go...dance time!

2011-08-02T23:24:00.004-04:00

So many passions of mine rolled into one captured moment.

The Jim Oblon trio is definitely amazing and they play at The Owl Shop every Monday night again. I'm so glad Jim is back from touring.

Chris, my dancing counterpart, taught me how to dance like that. Yay Chris!

In the background is an interesting conversation as well. I had told my friend that I had never seen myself dance and he was kind enough to film it for me. :)

YAY!

Discoveries

2011-07-23T01:37:00.001-04:00

New
bridges, new
eyes. Brownies dancing

in sun-setting light.
My Sabian
symbol.

encore rap

2011-07-22T20:02:00.001-04:00

Manipulation, capitulation
Right out of the scene.

Have fun, drink tons.

I'm gone at sunset
Reaching for unrest

This test, flowing
River vests, my best bet

Lie to me, cry to me,
I'm gone you see -

Never aging, never fading,
My flame crests

with the best of the best.

Sacral

2011-07-21T23:31:00.000-04:00

Fearless, fluttered, blocked.
Imbibing, unrelenting, too soft.

Extreme, unemotional,
not yet done.

Expanding, come on,
I know you're in there.

Chickadees and Master Chirpers Alike

2011-07-15T00:52:00.001-04:00

We all have something in common; our energetic make up. Whether we choose to acknowledge that part of ourselves or not, it's there waiting to be sorted out and supported. A lot of people ask me how they can become more whole, more integrated with life, more connected to their truths, and the answer depends on the person asking the question. Everyone's best first step differs, but since you start where you are, the best step is always the first one you make.

To demonstrate, imagine a circle. Along the perimeter of this circle are tasks you can complete to enrich your experience on this planet by connecting your whole self together. I want you to draw dots with your mind on random points around the circle. Now picture yourself in the middle. You are a bigger dot, the center of the bulls-eye. Draw a line starting in the middle and with that willy-nilly attitude that I know you have, just start connecting. Don't redraw the circle, don't make spokes, connect one to the other and to you with random intention creating a picture that is not at all symmetrical or even aesthetically pleasing. Modern art, you, the way. My experience with modern art galleries over the past few years has left me quite uncomfortable and confused. This is what your drawing should do.

The path to a fuller you has no linear course. You work on what comes up. You move with the energy of your system and it will always guide you to where you want to go. All you have to do is pay attention and be willing to let go of what is no longer serving you. The best example of this I can relay comes from my beginner aura seeing class. Students can normally see their own energy (their aura) within five minutes. They get excited and some get freaked out, but they see it; some even see color on their first try, which is quite remarkable. Then the party-crasher comes to town and about half of them lose it. What is this awful deterrence of growth? It's not our parents coming home and turning on the lights and kicking everyone out, it's not the hallucinogenic drugs we didn't do prior to our experiment, it's the mind. The mind kicks in and says, "Yo, that's whack! You can't see what isn't there and since you didn't notice it in ALL the years you've been alive then it is obviously a trick I am playing on you. Show some respect, crawl back into your shell and try not to grow anymore, OK?" It happens every time. Even the most natural of seers gets caught up in this. This scenario fits every growth situation in your life, not just in the arena of seeing energy. This is where most people stop.

To embark on this journey and get anything out of it you have to develop trust. The next step is often far from view and the path, as shown in your circle drawing, is more than wiggly - it makes no sense before you reach the next outer dot. If you were given driving directions that looked like that, you'd start laughing and throw it back at the person handing it to you. The difference between driving maps and the map you made above is the destination. You are developing knowledge about yourself and not seeking to end up anywhere else. So don't throw the map you made away; though, you do have permission to laugh.

So where to find your first step? You can do it right now. Look around you and notice if any one particular object that you can see from your chair is shining brighter than the others. What catches your eye? If it is a a flower, then look up the flower meaning online. If it's an animal, then see what the totem meaning of that animal is. If it's a book, grab it and open it up to a random page and see what it says. Maybe you are gazing out the window at the moon. Dig in, whatever it is. Everything means something and has now become a clue. Chickadees and master chirpers alike use life like this in order to understand what is happening on our many levels. It's quite genius if you get it. The outer life reflecting the inner life takes the pressure off of constantly having to scan every system that we have. I wouldn't want to go back to the day before the automobile gas gauge. This is pretty much the same thing. Of course, developing an intimate relationship with our energetic systems is important, but that will develop with time and practice. Until then, let your environment show you what to do and also let it show you that you are supported.

I've been releasing old patterns lately and tend to be tough on myself if I feel anger or loss. I forget that these are a part of life and just want to jump back into being the chipper gal that I am. While on the deck yesterday I noticed how lovely the hydrangea bush looked and decided to take some flowers in to my desk. When I got upstairs I decided to look up what the hydrangea flower essence meant. It's all about releasing old patterns and their emotions with tenderness and ease. This is what I'm talking about. I'd never worked with the hydrangea plant before and here was a helping hand growing in my yard. This will happen to you again and again if you let it. Using clues will help you to develop trust in yourself and ease that raucous mind of yours. Besides, doesn't it add a little spark to the day when you're not just going from A to B? Life is now a treasure hunt and the X on the map is you.

In session

2011-07-10T23:55:00.001-04:00

You are still able to balance so in reality you are fine. You see the greatness and beauty that is in everything. All you need to do to drop that ache is acknowledge that you always seem to find a reason not to go for it. Stop portraying yourself as less than you know you are. Just because you have been conditioned to sit quietly doesn't mean that's best for you. You have a lot to say, so say it. Your mental faculties are all there, you have an expansive heart that fits mountains inside it. Your solar plexus, my dear, will settle. The rest of you is just fine.

I've noticed that you are having quite the difficult time in deciding what to reveal. You're a lake with no bottom. Let those who wish to swim, swim. The others will pass through easily. No need to worry. Relax your shoulders, take a deep breath and the exhale will contain the perfect amount of you.

There is much in your life that is dulling. You can see this. Are you done with it or not?

Love,
Me

Fireworks at Bayview Beach

2011-07-08T23:25:00.002-04:00

Bayview Beach proper

Yes, I live at the beach. I often say to my friends, "who needs to drive somewhere and sit amongst a crowd of people just to see some sky sparkle action when you can just walk down to the beach with me and have a 180 degree view in comfy solitude?" Well this year I got three versions: sitting in lawn chairs at a very respectable distance to view the Shelton/Derby throw down outside my friend's apartment building on Friday, the quiet beach version mentioned above on Sunday and something on Monday I've never, ever witnessed before - full out, you-got-served, sweaty, sand-flea ridden, macho gunpowder madness at the same spot I enjoyed the night before.

There are some pictures from the scary night in a previous post titled Paaaaaandemonium - because it was. I wasn't even in with the big crowd and I was ducking and squealing like a toddler. It felt very unsafe but I couldn't peel my eyes away just the same. It seemed like all the people inhabiting beach front houses were required to a.) have a huge ass bonfire and b.) spend thousands of dollars on fireworks. I think c.) would be to become increasingly intoxicated as the night went on but that probably goes without saying. I still sound like a Grandma and it's been almost a full week since I've witnessed this. (sorry) It was incredible to watch and very energizing to see all of my neighbors outside at the same time. Unfortunately the teenage grandchild of the couple who lives to my left spent the night in the burn unit. She's ok now.

It's not surprising to me that so much explosive energy was released this week. We just had three eclipses in one month, the last being on July 1st. We're all stressed and crazy and the shit's just beginning to hit the fan, why not make it look like that in the sky, right? I see it as a perfect representation of how we're all feeling. Of course, explosive outbursts tend to do two things; they make us feel heard but they also tend to leave casualties. It's a good thing that holidays normally spread an unusually large amount of solidarity between our fellow land mates. I'm hoping that it lasts.

My favorite color :)

A proud man

Dandelion fluff fireworks

Paaaaandemonium

2011-07-06T23:14:00.001-04:00

Reading

2011-07-05T21:23:00.001-04:00

Massaging tear drops
into my forehead
with fingertips I
lick wine drips from.

Best wishes from South
land dwellers, invitations
of comfort and city.

A snorer barricaded,
some glass to look out.
A grape ivy reminding
me of life and opportunity.

A film about Allen Ginsberg:
Howl. To write as oneself
using vocabulary shared
with friends, with lovers.

I break the homosexual
ice to invite the discourse
of fucked up america into
the lightness of everyone.

All angels with swords.
To share an authority
discounts imagination;
to rebel discounts ones-self.

And so he speaks

2011-07-05T20:23:00.003-04:00

Of walls and irons
and fires released.
I hear no call to
relinquish the fuming.
No cry for sorry, only
pretensions deceased.

Three creatures in
twelve hours. Three
omissions of speech,
save the dog lying
on the table breathing
his last breath of heat.

And so it goes

2011-07-05T20:01:00.002-04:00

What say dog.
Departed.
Yet to

prance
across my
dreary desk side

exhales.
Sit my
lap warm. Remember

me by two
words. The
only

humanity
you conquered:
[I] "Thank you."

dismayed

2011-07-04T22:38:00.001-04:00

Crucial
wordings, frontings;
lackings in reciprocation.

In timing, in
loving, in
false.

In
asking me
to be more.

And you not
reaching for
yourself.

I've:

2011-06-22T11:59:00.000-04:00

Danced with dragonflies.
Run with butterflies.

Seen a water snake,
numerous types of birds,
chipmunks, squirrels,
deer and insects.

Read in a sunny meadow.
Done cartwheels and yoga.
Climbed mountains.

Hiked for hours.
Peed and pooped
in a pit.

Made coffee, breakfasts,
lunches and dinners on
a fire pit grill rack.

Made fires, many, many fires.

Called AAA twice for
my neighbors.
Talked to strangers.

Swam in a lake.
Got water from a well.
Waved at passersby.

Filled up my CF card.
Stargazed, cloud gazed.
Slept in a tent.

Listened to weird
(really, really weird)
animal noises at night.

Been eye level with hawks.
Eaten mountain top
blueberries.

Sweat, gotten bruised and bitten.
Pulled a tiny tick off my arm.

Wrote and meditated.
Sang songs to myself
and my animal friends.

Drank wine from a sippy cup.
Had visitors, got bitchy,
checked my voicemail at 1,350 feet.

Balanced the elements.

me

2011-06-15T06:37:00.000-04:00

To Paint

2011-06-14T23:08:00.000-04:00

My Koan

2011-06-01T19:48:00.000-04:00

Laughter ceases to be just a sound
Because it erupts out of mountains.

How lovely

2011-05-29T23:38:00.000-04:00

"This is how I feel." Says songs,
sad songs. It's inevitable or so
I imagined. Things said to many
folks, whispers and distributions.

An ache. With and without.
Blunders. So many, so abounding
that questioning ensues. Nothing
present, though. Not that I have done.

So what of this evening? An
Owl, an answer, a friend
or two. Who decides what
really happened and how do
we ever really know? What
makes this mind of mine think
of wander into cave corners?

I'm uneasy. I'm ill prepared.

I'm waiting for mistakes and
that call to tell me you screwed up
and you're sorry. I'm sewing.

It's not supposed to be hard.

Oh my.

2011-05-29T02:28:00.000-04:00

In evening times
I relent to shared
beds and shared patterns.

I give you fullness,
honesty and intricates.

I hand over words
without meanings,
understandings and gravity.

I smile for you and sway.

These thoughts I've shared
are without boundaries.

These ribbons extend
through galaxies, my
planet and through times.

Hell yeah

2011-05-29T02:13:00.000-04:00

I win now

like never

before.

You

2011-05-29T00:40:00.002-04:00

The holy shit
moment has
arrived.

Long sentences

2011-05-22T22:59:00.002-04:00

Maybe I was kind of done
but then I had a dream
that entailed a minivan
and a driver who was
spinning us around town
in a circle and then my wife
was gone somewhere, shopping
or something, and we were in
the back seat.

Nothing happened
really, except that we
didn't speak to each other-
which is plausible if it were
real life, but the flick of an
index finger upon your
curled up hand sitting
next to your thigh.

That's all it took.

So then the dream ended
and before I could transpose
the people as I am doing now,
I inlayed many other
scenarios that I wish had
happened.

Guadalupe or something

2011-05-18T22:44:00.000-04:00

The silly in
my belly
is

back.
The jump.
The harmony of

invisible tethering. Can
I claim
it?

Can
anyone? I
assume not, but

it is my
fortune to
benefit.

Time

2011-05-18T22:09:00.000-04:00

Drops and feathers
falling on tongues
wildly swinging
into spring rain.

We did that. We
drank the rain.

Pollen

2011-05-18T20:36:00.000-04:00

I collect you in clumps
of pollen on my car.
My favorite color,
the itch in my eyes.
Never letting me stray
my attentions, look.
I look and look.

Breaks

2011-05-17T23:01:00.000-04:00

I've learned to
climb the
hill

before
the roses have
bloomed so the

decent is rainbow
flowered and
fragrant.

Impressions

2011-05-15T18:19:00.001-04:00

In light of recent events
At 32 knots the wind
I realize we are still
Trees, trees, they are
Squirrel cheeks, ha!

Level Z

2011-05-15T12:23:00.000-04:00

Action
Intersects
Boredom

No
Time
To
Clean

Rambunctious
Wordings
Lips
Jacket

Climb
Tree
To
Escape

A Night

2011-05-15T02:56:00.002-04:00

It is as
it was
before;

two
men down,
two men ashore.

I'm sorry

2011-05-11T00:00:00.000-04:00

The ivy vine.
Again, again,
again.

That
fucking pattern.
Those tiny tendrils.

Squeeze the life
from all
the

other
sides. Leave
me be. Leave

me be. So
many demands
in

so
few hours.
To go with

it. I go
with it.
I

don't
know what
to say or

how to describe.
This new
way

to
love is
not yet understood.

The Moon

2011-05-10T23:08:00.000-04:00

The other day I was told to pretend.
During my adventure I rode a hot air
balloon up through the clouds. They
twinkle even without the plane window.
Once I was done ooohing at that, I
decided to go higher. I left the Earth's
atmosphere and landed on the moon.
I felt like a child running down and then
up the giant craters with my arms spread
open like Superman. I relinquished gravity
when I wanted to do sommersaults like
Charlie in Wonka's chocolate factory.
Now that I am at my desk looking up
at this tiny glowing sphere through leaves
on my neighbor's tree, I imagine that I
am dancing with a partner. It's not that
I don't love to adventure alone, it's just
more fun to exchange energetic movements.

:/

2011-05-08T22:37:00.000-04:00

Who's the Maypole? I'm asking because the month is May and I feel like a braid with more than three ribbons. It's my job and the work is well paid. The ends though? Frayed. Don't mind the rhyme there, it's not forced. I am in agony for my skip-about friends. Mama is tired and love drained. Her heart aches with the best of them. Her tears fill oceans. This sprouted grain granola bar only shoves down so much. Anyway, my toil is accounted for. Sorry for all the metaphors and cliches...life is rough out there. If I lived in Alabama I wouldn't need to apologize. The thing is, I live in the unhappiest state in the country. I should have ended it there but my job is to spread hope. None of you know how amazing you are. If you did, you wouldn't be reading this. Take my word for it and believe it. Then - act, know, take in the awesomeness that is you. I want to seeeeeeee it! Show me. Then maybe I'll stop writing.

Indigo

2011-05-08T22:24:00.000-04:00

"Indigo. Indigo."
Is that what she said? Ingido?
I think so. What is she talking about?
"I just need to feel your mouth.
Please. I'm being a baby. I know."
I don't understand her.
"I know."

Good Night

2011-05-08T01:04:00.001-04:00

Good night whipped cream
and flour-less chocolate cake;
the cherry in the jar sits
on the counter.

It'll wait for tomorrow
for consumption. The
sundae on Sunday
made in the cool breeze.

I'll eat it on the porch
in my rocking chair,
with my shoulders back
and my hair down.

Unlike Creeley

2011-05-05T22:16:00.000-04:00

down below glass
bubbles left in
steins with clasp
tops. foam of ocean
shores. that pollution
that cleansing. to give
back.

through prism of
crystal all druzy
based and elegant.
that nature, those
floating Devas aligning
seed and soil.

what grows may
be weed or apple
tree, home to
cardinals or egg
stealing jays. we
trust.

watch cloud formations
read i-ching or divine
from letters what not
to follow. yet with
confusion comes
frustration. with that -
surrender.

to process and innerness-
our true perfection.

That wasn't so bad

2011-05-05T21:43:00.000-04:00

I can walk
upon a rock

a boulder gray
and hollow

then arch
my back

along cold curves
and gaze

into tomorrow

I like to eat chocolate and I like to read poetry

2011-05-05T21:35:00.000-04:00

Well, it seems I can have my Hazelnuts in Milk Chocolate and and a lil' love poem, too. Chocolove makes delicious bars in all varieties and prints love poems on the inside wrapper. I found today's poems to be just lovely. Here it is:

from Fly Not Yet

Fly not yet! the fount that played,
In times of old, through Ammon's shade,
Though icy cold by day it ran,
Yet still, like sounds of mirth, began
     To burn when night was near;
And thus should woman's heart and looks
At noon be cold as winter brooks,
Nor kindle till the night, returning,
Brings their genial hour for burning.
     O! stay-O! stay-
When did morning ever break
And find such beaming eyes awake
     As those that sparkle here!

Thomas Moore

Hey, I'm at over 1,000 posts and I didn't make any whooplah.....let me find some.

2011-05-05T20:52:00.000-04:00

Look Sharply

2011-05-01T02:35:00.003-04:00

I still want
bricks laid
and

dewy
apples picked.
The walks past

parking lots and
Stop & Shop
encounters.

Readings

2011-04-25T23:38:00.000-04:00

So easy to lament.
I hear you, sirs.
I say though, that
everything touched
upon is still with me.
These artistic feelings
exist just for that
outward appeal for
more.

It is probably an
unhealthy option.
I don't give in much
anymore. If I'd
let myself go, you
wouldn't be sending
me messages. We
are stuck in these
words.

Ago

2011-04-25T23:34:00.000-04:00

Affections moved to light.
Maybe also reflections of
light, and images contained
in them. Rafters, some hay,
fresh mulch and its chemical
reactions. Typing with two
spaces after each sentence
now. So easily taken back
to work. Except this time
they know I'm a phony.

The Gals

2011-04-17T20:48:00.000-04:00

Mama

2011-04-17T19:29:00.000-04:00

Lady

2011-04-17T19:23:00.000-04:00

Close Up

2011-04-17T19:21:00.000-04:00

Just down the way

2011-04-15T19:50:00.000-04:00

It keeps going

2011-04-10T19:13:00.000-04:00

Superman does not approve

2011-04-10T19:06:00.002-04:00

My love of Milford...

2011-04-09T21:57:00.000-04:00

Love on wheels

2011-04-09T18:01:00.000-04:00

Back to the Beach (with a new camera)

2011-04-09T13:57:00.001-04:00

There's just a lot to process

2011-04-03T20:40:00.000-04:00

Hannibal Crosses the Alps - a collaborative sculpture

2011-04-03T20:36:00.001-04:00

All in ten minutes

2011-04-03T15:27:00.002-04:00

4.3.11
The water is green-blue today. Choppy. Windy tree tops.

I leave the house to redeem a free drink coupon at Starbucks. They say I'm shining brighter so it must be my birthday. I can dig that.

I pull up to the first main intersection between my home and my destination and stop behind a black SUV. There is a black and white collie-type dog breathing the breeze in the back seat. This SUV is stopped next to a pick up truck in the next lane over. Once the dog spots these people he starts barking wildly. He's now half out of the back window going mad about these people. The truck inches up as much as it can as the dog cranes it's body towards them. Dog? What are you trying to say? After the truck departs, the dog keeps on going. Staring in their direction.

I get my coffee, leave the building and the black SUV and hyper collie dog pull in.

Back to the drive to get coffee, next intersection.

I pull a left turn to continue my journey and get stopped behind a slow car just long enough to witness a fight break out. An old, beat up, green hotbox of a car is parked jaggedly behind a normal looking sedan. The passenger of the hotbox is banging his fists on the sedan driver's window and screaming. The words don't matter, just an ensemble of jibberish in high pitched, excited tones. I couldn't make any of them out. There is no sign of collision, the guy in the sedan is seemingly calm and the driver of the green car has a bewildered yet amused look on his face.

up

2011-04-03T15:27:00.001-04:00

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Waiting for coffee

2011-03-22T22:38:00.000-04:00

Over the last few days I've been honored by others. I've witnessed great moments of clarity in people who have started shedding layers of false selves, self doubt, unawareness and all those other little ungoodies that we tend to cling to. They can go unnoticed for years or most of a lifetime until they melt away by an inner chemical reaction; what soda does to teeth.

There are many catalysts that exist today. Surrounding yourself with people who are already rid of some of their layers helps in itself. So does mindfulness, curiosity, a good mood or witnessing a stranger smile. The other day I was waiting for my latte at Starbucks when I overheard a teacher telling her boyfriend about her day. "I was singing a song and the kids were just sitting there, their jaws wide open. I thought they were hating it. When I was done, they all clapped and wanted to stay in class to hear it again!" These moments are precious, and if you are in the presence of someone experiencing joy, it means that you bring joy to others and are a magnet for it yourself. These moments are contagious, notice when they happen to you and you'll be privy to enjoying more of them.

Witnessing someone discover a truth about themselves is the same deal. You know it when you see it. There's a palpable exchange of energy in these moments and you are holding the space for them to express themselves. You aren't just listening, you are allowing them to realize who they are. The scope of the realization doesn't matter. It could be something as simple as understanding they love their cat. When you connect all the layers of yourself, mental, emotional, physical, spiritual, etc., there is a feeling of time being stopped. The only thing that exists for that second is you. You witness their completeness and they experience it. It's a great big circle.

As we all continue to shed our layers of falsity and duality we become clearer and more powerful people. Better able to hold the space for others and allow them to do the same. The state of affairs of this world, the natural disasters and the man-made ones are only providing more pressure on us to wake up. It's time to take off the lampshade. Let's notice when others are shining brightly, even if you are just waiting for coffee, and we can keep this cycle going.

Experiment

2011-03-20T23:08:00.000-04:00

Unorderly. May not work.

I forsee them ending up in lost property boxes, trash cans and back packs. The marking will have to be conspicuous. The contents of interest.

To make people take notice may be out of my power.

But the fascination is undeniable.

Here goes!

Hope you find one. I'll be posting clues on twitter and results here.

Each book will have a number corresponding to a blog post. The contents will be cataloged and I'm hoping that the finder will leave a comment, even if it's anonymous I'll be pleased. This desire will be stated on the copyright page or the cover or something like that. (I haven't made any yet)

I'm wishing this good luck.

I'm making books. And leaving them places. (see above and below)

PS: they may or may not contain pornography, if they do, they'll have to be disbursed in bars where no one underage can find them. Also, these images will be in good taste. I just like the word pornography.

World English Dictionary

pornography (pɔːˈnɒɡrəfɪ)

— n
1.	writings, pictures, films, etc, designed to stimulate sexual excitement
2.	the production of such material

[C19: from Greek pornographos writing of harlots, from pornē a harlot + graphein to write]

If such books do contain pornography, detailed instructions on balancing and clearing the base chakra will be included.

tiny books

2011-03-20T21:09:00.001-04:00

i want to make tiny books of pornography.
and leave them sitting on couches and
park benches. floors and tables at restaurants.
i want to be in cahoots with observers.
watchers with cameras to capture the response.

i want to explode people with desires they keep hidden.
i want it to be public and squealed about. i want someone
to throw one across the room and then go pick it up
when no one's looking.

Afternoon at Owl

2011-03-20T19:08:00.003-04:00

I'm following someone and the group he is with is staring at me.

I've seen this man before, the boy, as I call him. He speaks so seldom and when he does he seems no older than 18. This isn't to say that I'm attracted to children, but his face is misleading. The shirt he wears is open, button front and bears a velvet cut out on the back reminiscent of ancient Victoria. His face is scruffy with sleepiness and his voice and intermittent wordings speak of the same.

The group he is with is having a band meeting. They are serious and drinking round after round of cheap beers. Beers. Like a twenty year old would say.

I've seen him here before, where he sat directly across from me, as I am doing now. He was writing in his little notebook. I wrote a poem about him that night, making the artful if not chiched reference to writing about someone writing.

I think the basis for this attraction is his resemblance to Jared Leto, an earlier fascination for me when I was a teenager. His almost Southern, uninterested but not in a pretentious way, baby face has such an appeal. The way that scent carries most of our memories, coming of age television does, too.

I was at the bar earlier with my friend Sarah and this boy kept walking back and forth, up and down the bar looking into the cases of cigars. He walked up to the loose tobacco designed for pipes and stared into each glass container. I was hoping to catch his eye as he walked past dreamily. This didn't happen. I'd smile as he passed behind me, me unnoticed...him, not. "Who are you smiling about? The guy with the scruffy face?" Says my ever perceptive friend.

The fun part is deciding what more can come of this. When you run into a memorable face the second time you decide that it means something. Even if he is no older than 18, 21 or even 23, there is an essence of mystique. The last time I felt this way my radar carried me straight to a poet. One of the most talented people I've ever met, and someone I've shared many lives with.

I can't say if the same is true for this encounter, but the fact that my interest is peaked enough to follow him to the back of the bar and stake out a seat across from him is very telling.

I could look over right now and see the flicker of recognition in his eyes, but that would require courage. He would not talk to me in front of his people. He just sipped his beer, now in a glass. His voice is deeper than I thought it would be. "Yeah." "Yeaaah."

I want to know what instrument he plays. Does he sing? Where can I see him in his element? I may never know. This may be my last encounter with him, though I imagine it is not. The Owl is a small place, and the people who come here tend to come back. My frequency here is increasing so my chances are good.

I imagine the day that we do get to speak to each other; when I can tell him that I've written a poem and a story about him. I don't even know his name.

He's the boy in the velvet embellished shirt for now. The one with the little black notebook.

I hope to meet you someday.

Translating for Jesus at Earth Lodge

2011-03-19T14:01:00.000-04:00

Every third Tuesday of the month this is what I do. People ask questions and I translate the answer (as best I can). He's a cool guy and has so much to offer us. I'm always delighted to be in his company. To come, visit www.earthlodgeherbals.com

still alive!

2011-03-16T21:31:00.001-04:00

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Swoon

2011-03-10T21:38:00.003-05:00

Tip o' the ole hat: Mr. Mastri
Thanks, sir.

New Days

2011-03-10T16:30:00.000-05:00

Interpret dots of muck.
Muck, I like that word.
It rings outward in waves
like Big Ben would.
Drooping with flaws.

I work now, at a
Mahogany table.
Glass all around.
Cubes of it. I have
to alter my spacing

for Yale professors
and Argentinians. I
must not dance too
loudly. I am sad.
This year's notes.

Deerhoof - Milk Man

2011-03-07T00:26:00.001-05:00

New Series

2011-03-06T15:40:00.001-05:00

Buy the print

There are two more at my print shop.

Intuitive Drawing - what is it?

2011-02-24T15:35:00.000-05:00

I was recently asked in an email, "What is intuitive drawing?" I wanted to share the answer with you because I do a lot of it. If you've seen paintings or drawings on this blog, you've witnessed the end result.

Intuitive drawing is a method of channeling energy patterns. The end result is a drawing which can be interpreted in a meaningful way to help you locate and heal from energy disruptions. Here are the basic steps:

Supplies Needed:
pastels (my favorite medium), colored pencils, crayons, markers or any other colorful writing tool. Colors needed include red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. Other colors are optional.
paper

1. Start by writing down what the colors of the chakras represent. For example, green is the color of the heart chakra so deep emotional love would be represented by green. Do this for all of the colors you can. If there is no chakra color, with white for instance, just ask yourself what you feel when you see the color white. For me it means purity. Your list will be refined as you become accustomed to the process but in the beginning these are a good guide to interpreting your drawings.

2. Set up your space. Sit in a comfortable place and lay out your supplies so you can easily reach them. Make sure your area is organized and quiet. You need to listen to your intuition for this process.

3. Ask a question. What do you want to ask yourself? Simple is best in the beginning until you learn to trust yourself and the answers you receive. If you are having trouble with a friend, mate, child or anyone close to you, you can ask yourself what is causing the problem. After formulating your question, state it in your mind.

4. Draw. When I am teaching new students, I ask them to close their eyes to draw. This eliminates judgment from the mind. You will pick up one color at a time and allow your hand to move freely on the paper. You will instinctively know what to do and when to put that color down. You will also get a feeling of completion when the drawing is done. It's ok if you only pick up one color and it's ok if you pick up a color, draw something, put it down and pick up the same one again. Everything you do is ok. There is no right and wrong to the process or the outcome as long as you are listening to your inner guidance. These messages are subtle so don't second guess yourself.

4. Decode your drawing. After you are complete, open your eyes and review what colors you have used. Look at your color guide to figure out what each color means. If there are overlapping colors, the color that is underneath means that that emotion/feeling is located deeper in your system than the one on top. Address the top color first and work your way down. For example, taking the question from the step 3, if the top color is yellow, the surface problem is located in the solar plexus. This means there may be anxiety when you think about this person or are with this person. If the bottom color is green, the deep issue is in your heart. Are you blocking the love you feel for this person? Are you projecting past relationship issues onto this relationship? When you hit on the right answer you will feel it resonate in that chakra. Feel your way through this process using the drawing as a map.

There is much more to it, but starting here is an excellent place.

Valentine's Day Pep Talk

2011-02-14T05:14:00.001-05:00

On Ice

2011-02-13T22:36:00.000-05:00

Take my hand.
If it shakes
or trembles
or gets mushy
or moist,
you will feel
what I cannot
say to you.
What you've
felt from me
and run from.
What binds my
chest. What
excites my
instincts. A
Valentine's poem
for you includes
a clue. That
roundabout way
to get through.

A fabulous article on Planet Waves

2011-02-12T15:42:00.000-05:00

Valentine's Day is upon us which tends to divide the coupled with the singles out there. I have to say though, being single on Valentine's Day isn't such a bad thing. I decided to make valentines for everyone I see on Monday. They are glittery and fun and hopefully will make people smile, coupled or not. Judith Gayle, political writer over at Planet Waves, has written a fantastic article on the subject and intermingles the high fructose corn syrup issue in it as well. Love and fake food...my favorite things to talk about! Below is an excerpt of the article and a link to the rest. Enjoy! And spread the love :)

By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
Happy Valentine’s Day! The day when flower growers and designers, candy makers and sellers, jewelry store and spa owners rub their hands in glee. The day that most men remember at the last minute and, if they’re smart, find something to cart home to the honey, while most women have orchestrated the remembrances, cards and tokens of affection well in advance.

The mythology is that Valentine’s is the day when each of us either reaps the dividends of being loved or stands out in the cold, looking in. This usually has little to do with worthiness and more to do with being partnered. I’ve always thought this holiday had a kind of awkward, sadistic quality, like a national Sadie Hawkins Dance that had the ability to turn into the gym scene in Stephen King’s Carrie.
Still, it comes every February with regularity and so, blessed are the hooked up. As with New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day provides a relationship perk that means this pivotal date-night is taken care of; at least in theory. How well we do with this quiet little February event may also answer the question of whether the relationship is still viable in April and May.

Flower delivery, it turns out, is problematic this year. If you’re not familiar with your local flower shop, turning instead to an 800-line or advertiser, you may not get anything close to what is being promoted in pictures and pamphlets. This is particularly problematic if roses were promised and peonies delivered; worse, chrysanthemums, the kind your dear old Granny grows in her garden. On the other hand, flowers of any kind delivered in a bitter February should not be sneezed at. Not only are they a rare delight when the snow is blowing, they can be displayed in a window to let the world know someone thinks you’re IT: highly coveted. The recent problems with delivery indicate that those who want value for their buck need to hand-deliver or, perhaps, select another gift.

When in doubt, there’s always the traditional Valentine’s offering: candy. It’s literally everywhere and easily obtained. On the other hand, if the selection is too generic, not only will your good taste be questioned but your true feelings. I’m personally a Skittles fan but — in days long ago when these things meant more to me — if the Beloved had thrown a bag of Skittles my way on The Big Day, favorite or not, trust me: there would have been little joy in his Mudville. No, these offerings need to show a bit of class, imagination or, barring that, expense. According to the tube, Kay Jewelers will be GLAD to help you with that last.
Then there is the evening event to consider. The business of Cupid’s bows and paper hearts is all about romance, which requires the aforementioned imagination. The intimate meal is always a winner. I watched a bit of the Food Channel this week, and everyone had a different suggestion for food-seduction, most involving large amounts of butter and sugar, accompanied by something alcoholic that was the same color as the tablescape. OK, color-coordinated beverages are a bit of a turn-off for me, but there’s no denying that alcohol plays a large role in the Valentine’s event — which makes sense, by the way, only if you’ve secured a hotel room or paid the babysitter to take the children for the weekend.

Would this be an inconvenient time to begin a conversation about the continuing evils of subsidized production of high-fructose corn syrup? Well, too bad — we’re going there anyhow. In the last months, I’ve seen clever commercials calculated to convince us that there is nothing in corn syrup that is anything other than plain old table sugar. And sugar, of course, is good food. It must be so, available as it is in a thousand guises at every check-out stand, convenience store counter and restaurant table in the nation. But, as usual, they lied. We’ve been taught that refined sugar is harmless, but it is not. There is either sucrose or HFCS – or both — in just about every processed American food product, from hot dogs to corn flakes, baby food to soup, but you won’t hear about the dangers in this nation.

...more

in the land

2011-02-09T02:28:00.000-05:00

Intrigued by grown
up predicaments;
showering,

bathing,
nursing sick
wounds and licking

them squeaky clean.
Linens all
wrinkled

and
tossed about.
Remotes lost under

covers. Adultish programs
featuring moves
to

San
Diego, tall
grasses, hairy chested

cowboys doing ollies
singing with
Nor

I.
Lost moments.
Stored text memories...

Fake Babies

2011-02-06T14:56:00.000-05:00

Possibly a strange band name but the music was excellent. I highly recommend seeing them live. I had never heard of them before last night but they are very danceable and very other-world-making.

You may not understand

2011-02-06T02:07:00.000-05:00

Because I'm 28.
I'm not three decades old
yet I feel a billion.

I feel everything.

I move to beats
unconsciously.
Swaying, lifting
my ears, nose
and eyes at people.

Agreeing to one more
song.

I'm 28.

But not for long.

Chilly ripples

2011-02-03T19:21:00.000-05:00

Shimmer

2011-02-03T18:28:00.000-05:00

The night

2011-02-03T02:03:00.001-05:00

I did my first medium reading at a bar tonight. It came up out of the blue, too. I've been friends with this man, close friends, for over six months now and he still didn't realize I could speak with the deceased. He offhandedly mentioned that he'd love to talk to his mother and whoosh, we were connected. I moved closer to him and relayed the addition of his mother to the conversation. After his moment of shock, we started talking with her. I don't ever drink alcohol before a reading so I warned him of the possible sub-par connection but it turned out alright. We got some great information out and he got to say what he wanted to. For the first time in a while my 'client' was left with a strange feeling. Normally it's tears and hugs but this was a bit different. I think it was due to the strange circumstances and the spontaneity of the event. I'm just glad I was able to manifest his wishes so quickly. I'm sure we'll be readdressing the issue in clear daylight soon.

I haven't been blogging

2011-02-02T02:35:00.000-05:00

Here, anyway. There are others. I've been reading and writing mostly. I wrote a physics piece about how Einstein's 1905 photon hypothesis made a correlation to psychokinesis but when it was proofread it was deemed misleading. I understand the comments. I'm not really educated in any high science. I have yet to read the book that will actually send me in the right direction, Michio Kaku's book Physics of the Impossible. All I know is that I've bent a spoon beyond my physical capabilities and I want to know the science behind it. Not because I don't believe it's possible, but because I love science.

In the interest of brevity

2011-02-02T02:26:00.000-05:00

Some people pronounce words in a funny manner. I was watching the science channel and the man describing how ambulances were made kept saying ambu-lance with a twang on the lance. I had to turn off the television. The same goes for interest. The middle, er...too long. I've been reading about Einstein through the eyes of several modern physicists. They have their own opinions of how his mind works which are fascinating, though I wish I really got to know him. No one can really portray another's inner workings. I wonder if the people pronouncing things strangely are aware of their amusement factor. In the part of the country where they reside it's probably normal. I was in a truck today noticing the windows ice up and realized I lost my clarity for a moment. So I decided to get clear.

Whether it's true or not

2011-01-25T02:58:00.000-05:00

If a booty
can spawn
a song

a lady
can be proud
of shaking it.

Zombie versus Vampire!

2011-01-22T16:57:00.001-05:00

This will astound you. These are three of the most fun, talented people ever created :)

This is only the last act, check out the link at the end of the video for the whole performance.

Getting over the word psychic

2011-01-16T08:16:00.000-05:00

I've had a rough ride on the psychic train. I often think about what other term I can use to define my abilities because of the connotations I associate with the word psychic. My unease probably stems from lifetimes of abuse, torture, persecution and even from high school where I was labeled as a fortune teller and a witch. Most often people associate it only with an ability to see the future. All of this together has made me shy away from this label. My teacher often has me look up words to reconnect with their true meanings. I've been wanting to make business cards and struggling with what to put on them so a trip to the dictionary was definitely in order. Here's what it said about the word psychic:

World English Dictionary

psychic (ˈsaɪkɪk)

— *adj*
1.	a. outside the possibilities defined by natural laws, as mental telepathy
	b. (of a person) sensitive to forces not recognized by natural laws
2.	mental as opposed to physical; psychogenic
3.	bridge (of a bid) based on less strength than would normally be required to make the bid

— n
4.	a person who is sensitive to parapsychological forces or influences

[C19: from Greek psukhikos of the soul or life]

Nothing to be afraid of there. It's amazing how clear things can get once we get the mind out of the way. All I needed to do to release myself from the past was to inform my current self of the truth. Yay. I'm still not exactly sure what my business cards will say but at least I'm not holding on to a false definition anymore.

It's Daylight!

2011-01-13T10:49:00.000-05:00

And I'm finally awake to see it. Granted, I haven't had any sleep yet but that's alright. I'm sure to make that happen later. I'm excited to get down to the beach for some relaxing snow covered wave action. The air is crisp and delightful today. I'm working on an exciting project and woah is the energy flowing!

Aura Drawings on Etsy

2011-01-13T00:06:00.004-05:00

My etsy shop now includes aura drawings. Below is the description. I've made a coupon for friends: LOVEANDHUGS takes 20% off and shipping on drawings is always free.

I will make you a drawing of your aura. I can never predict how the drawing will look, sometimes they resemble a face, sometimes they look like blobs of color. But they are always fun, informative and colorful.

I've been drawing energetic patterns since the age of 8 when a friend's mother threw out a box of oil paints. I eagerly saved them from the landfill and began experimenting. I still remember the day I looked down at a mess of colorful forms and realized it meant something. I could decipher their meaning and use it as a tool for problem solving. This was truly a day of finding myself and I've continued ever since.

You'll get a 9 x 12 inch drawing, done in pastels and a brief explanation of what the colors and patterns mean. The drawing will be shipped to you in a tube mailer, gently rolled with tissue paper.

My bio:
Rachel Andrews is a medium and a clairvoyant, clairaudient, clairvisual and intuitive psychic. She connects people with their spirit guides and deceased loved ones, allowing them to set up meetings and ask them questions. She draws and paints auric energy patterns, including goals, blocks, environment, past, future, present and life lines. Her goal is to inspire psychic awareness and an understanding of spirits and the great world of energy. Her main focus is assisting people in living authentic lives as a pathway to achieving happiness and freedom. She has taught classes on psychic development, angels, mediumship, intuitive drawing and group energies throughout Connecticut and is the editor of No Fresh Cut Flowers, an Afterlife Anthology.

This listing is for a drawing of your aura. For more information about me and how this is done, please see my website, www.sephyrus.com
Thanks :)

Get your aura drawn! It's fabulously fun.

Plethora

2011-01-11T23:17:00.001-05:00

Some clippings of grass
upon kitchen table.
Dots of sun shared
by crystal vase.
The wilted flower
petals, fallen.
Specks of salt, pepper
cinnamon toast from
breakfast. I place
my flat palms down
hard. Work them into
the table cloth.
Collecting conversations
long retired. No
snow to wet the
ground, no silent
cat steps through
the lawn. These
minute offerings
replace them. Hand
squishing into crumbs
and old smiles and
parents. The plethora
of scenes imprinted
in this room.

David Sedaris...yay

2011-01-09T21:00:00.003-05:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aVDExDwcpA

He's special because he's so normal. He fucked up when he was younger and not so younger. He did drugs, moved around a lot, had crappy jobs and then things turned around. He writes stories about his family and other silly things and he's sold 9 million books. I love these stories. And I love his.

Synopsis

2011-01-09T04:38:00.000-05:00

Beaten by minutes
sleep takes the maiden
to dreams.
Kung fu teaching
dogs, she fears,
will give
him the final
advantage.

My favorite one

2011-01-07T22:16:00.000-05:00

Bayview Beach by Rachel Andrews

Sunset on Thursday

2011-01-07T22:08:00.001-05:00

Bayview Beach by Rachel Andrews

Bayview Beach by Rachel Andrews

Bayview Beach by Rachel Andrews

Bayview Beach by Rachel Andrews

Oprah Upgrades

2011-01-07T16:27:00.001-05:00

"I am seeking the fullest expression of myself as a human being on Earth."

That's it. The most enlightened sentence I've ever heard. And it works. People want to be happy, have money, make a difference, stand out, share love, etc. Well that's how you do it. One intention. To be the best you, the most fully expressed you. We are all here for something. We have different perspectives, chemistry, biology than every single other person alive and with that, we have something new to share with the world. We are all important. We all have a duty to participate in our own way. We need you! This fog of unimportance, apathy, self-doubt, shame and guilt can be lifted and we can then rise to the same level of those we perceive to have all the power. Power does not live with only a certain percentage of the population. Power lives in those who claim it internally. Oprah didn't become powerful because she earned a huge amount of money, she earned that money from claiming her own internal power to change her circumstances and the world. She followed her intuition to her present position and still lives by it today. You have no idea what your life could look like if you allowed yourself to be guided by inner strength and intuition. I don't yet, but I'm looking forward to finding out.

A new year poem by Lorraine Settanni

2011-01-05T14:47:00.001-05:00

Mourning Dove

Lorraine Settanni 1/1/11

I was glad to see it go

It seemed to linger

Trapped in pain and discomfort

I swept away all remnants

Of its attendance

Before the appointed departure

I didn’t see it leave

Only relished the calm and quiet

And awoke renewed and replenished

A Dove greeted me

Dawn of the New Year

To signal the end of Mourning

“When the mourning dove appears there will be messages and opportunities for growth”

(http://www.spiritwalkministry.com)

To a new year

2011-01-05T04:03:00.000-05:00

I truly love the energy this time of year. We get a break to rest. We can muster up the mental energy we will need for a running start once the energy picks up again. I'm finding the personal space I need without the nagging feeling that I'm procrastinating. Ideas form above our heads before coming into our bodies. They have their own time frame that cannot be rushed. Let these form fully before extracting them from the collective. I'm not usually the type of person that can allow this to happen successfully. Most often I attempt at pulling them down before they mature. The peace of early January is making this process much easier. Don't rush, don't feel that ever present obligation to perform. Remember to be mindful. It's a great time to clean your space and prepare for the year with a fresh state of mind and matter. Take it easy now because this year is filled with fire.

Short stories for redemption

2011-01-05T03:19:00.000-05:00

A new friend of mine, Dominick Mastri, has started a short story blog. I highly recommend checking it out. He's a very talented writer and the subject matter is all centered around personal stories of questionable behavior. The purpose is to atone for past mistakes by "actively remembering" instead of forgetting. I've met several people in the past few months who have the drive to make up for their past. In some cases it seems like a false motive. The past is gone and making your current life about fixing it seems wasteful. In this case however, the writing is adding content to the current life, enriching it. Sort of killing two birds with one stone. I wish him all the best with this new endeavor and will eagerly continue reading. The link is now on the left and here.

Yumm!

2011-01-03T03:04:00.000-05:00

New year pie.
Chocolate sugar.
Awareness.

Jason Weems - Jason Weems - Jason Weems

2010-12-29T18:09:00.000-05:00

The second house I encountered on the slow trip from the San Antonio airport to the Jinx House in Austin was the home of Jason Weems. I met many people there who I would keep running in to during my visit to Texas. One thing about Texas, at least the areas I toured, is that you make friends with the people you meet. Everyone I encountered was warm, sincere and open from the start. This includes Jason.

His apartment was filled with instruments. It's been a while but I think someone causally played the trumpet or some other horn while multiple people jammed on guitars and sang. The whole evening was filled with music. He told me stories of his very interesting past, all of which were centered around creating. The biggest piece of Texas that I keep with me is not the individual people, but the drive they all seem to share.

It is ok with them to follow your heart; something I've yet to find in the Northeast. At least not in a pure state. Jason Weems shines when he plays and I think that deserves some support. It's also the first step in acknowledging that you deserve to live the life of your dreams. The bottom video is his request, the first is a really beautiful song. Enjoy!