MAKING A SEGUE TO A SEGWAY!

Segue to Segway

A surprising wiggle, waggle tilt,
then balance and launch,
leaning forward to go
and backward to slow.

Creating and Letting Go Ganesh, Hindu God

HINDU TRADITION

Friends study

the god Ganesh,

an elephant man,

deity for everyman,

providing protection

and prosperity.

The friends take clay,

shape the Hindu idol--

torso, trunk and tusks--

hoping worries,

whispered

into wingèd ears,

will fly with the wind.

 

CALLING ALL GANESHES

Speaking to my elephant,

dropping troubles in his ear,

made me feel lighter, better.

No way I’d follow the Hindu

tradition-- after ten days

clay idols must be dissolved

so Ganesh can be formless again.

I talked it over with Ganesh, but

when his trunk shook No, I knew

I’d have to imagine my guide,

allow my biodegradable guy

to slip his way into the sea.

TRUNCATED

TRUNCATED

Seventy-

year-old roots

uprooted a

foundation,

so a regal

redwood

got trimmed

into a tall

toothpick,

then logged

to leave it

and onlookers

stumped.

CALIFORNIA MARIGOLDS

MARY’S GOLD
(Flowers once offered as coins to the Virgin)

Driving down the highway

an orange line on the horizon

becomes a field of marigolds,

rows and rows of blooms

planted to parent blossoms

around the world.

And now in June they create

a California gold rush.

DUBLIN BUBBLES

EFFERVESCENCE

On a promenade in downtown Dublin

a sorcerer stirs sticks and string in suds--

bubbles wobble forth, but burst.

A girl chases one after another,

giggles, jumps, reaches—

rapt in wonder.

St. Louis Visit, May 2010

At the new downtown sculpture garden my daughter demonstrated the wonders of the sideways head.

                                                                 I visit inside the head.

Nurturing Your Muse

(Printed in the Women's Press, March/April 2010)

 It’s spring! Time to nurture energy and imagination for new projects. Get acquainted with your Muse. When I first learned of Muses, the nine Greek sister goddesses who inspire creativity, I wanted one and thought they only visited brilliant people.

We can cultivate and access our Muse. Isabelle Allende has rituals that she follows. Annually, she starts a new book on the day she began a letter to her dying grandfather because that letter turned into her first novel, House of Spirits.

Each January 8 she provides flowers and lights candles for her Muses, and meditates. At a computer she writes her first line in a kind of trance as if someone else where writing it through her. Using that line as an opening to explore new worlds, she lets a story unfold and delights in the surprises that arrive. She waits until her first draft is complete before switching to left brain editing.

Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Love and Pray discusses the history of muses and genies at http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html  In order to access her muse Gilbert shows up and, like a mule, works. By doing her part the creative spirit is more likely to arrive.

Gilbert described the poet Ruth Stone who would be working in the field when a poem barreled in from above. Stone’s job was to run into the house and write it down before the poem gave up on her and went to find another poet.

The Moors chanted Allah and praised God when they observed a transcendent performance. In Spain the name Allah morphed to Olé, a shout for an outstanding moment during a flamenco dance, a bullfight or other achievement.

Now Gilbert shouts Olé after she and her Muse have a successful collaboration. She also believes we deserve Olé for just showing up and working.

To nurture your muse, you might ask her name, get to know what she likes: flowers, candles, silence, music or a bustling café atmosphere. Try a meditative conversation with her, describe what you need. Once she’s activated on a venture, new ideas could pop into your brain day or night. Carry pencil and paper. Inviting and writing dreams can be very productive.

Muses enjoy being invoked and appreciated. They also like to a-muse, so have fun!

Musing on Morro Bay, a Fishing Village

We're so lucky to have an active fishing village as exotic as Portofino...so many peculiar boats. One man lives on one with a cat and dog. Three local boats are manned by Chinese who can be seen with chop sticks eating their prepared rice and hot wok dish. Other days they bait hooks for line fishing and then are gone overnight bringing back thousands of rockfish.

On the other hand the dark side of over-fishing to satisfy our need to eat is evident. Since salmon are in short supply and have been restricted, hagfish, known as slime eels, are now caught en masse. One boat brought in 900 pounds of these bottom feeders that have no appeal to Americans. They are shipped live to Korea, considered a delicacy there. I'm both fascinated and appalled to watch close up.

A seagull prepares to snatch an eel.

First Flight of Pigeon Guillemot

FIRST FLIGHT

Pigeon Guillemot galore nestle

in cliffs along the central coast.

Chicks chatter, call for more food.  

Parents cackle, Come and get it.

A Bloodhound, then a quail cross my path

SOUL MATE

He sat at the wheel of a parked truck 
charming me, calling me close.

He looked me over, took me in--

while he whiffed I stroked 
his bloodhound ears.

A quail preens.

Puppets made from kelp balls found on the beach

Amuse and Muse on creativity with kelp.

Green Growth from the Cone

Near the Diablo Nuclear Reactor, life insists on itself, despite the PG&E cone covering the ground. 3/15/10

Census--Person Number One!

Last night I asked my husband to fill in the form, but, of course, I wanted to see it...
THE CENSUS

He became Person Number 1,

placed me as Person Number 2,

thinks we should answer the phone

using our new identities.

In ten years I'll become

Person Number 1,

put him in his place.

PG&E Trail at Montana De Oro

PG&E Trail at Montana De Oro 3/15/10 Today there were cows on the trails. There had been a birth.


Sometimes there are goats on the hills, but they were clearing near the nuclear plant. They are guarded from mountain lions by Akbash dogs, huge white animals with strong mouths. They don't herd the goats, just protect them. Only the goatherd can handle them, take them to vet visits.

CITY GIRL MEETS COUNTRY 
COW
California poppies and cows dot the ocean trail,

They are calving, a bit edgy, a man told me.

Ahead a nursing female stares, dares me to near.

Apologetic, I pause, my Pamplona moment.

Two women talking, pass, barrel right through,

don’t even drag their capes behind them.

Childhood Lament

CHILDHOOD LAMENT

Shazam!
Shazam!!
Goddamn.
Why am
I still
who I am?