I speak not of...

"When
the power
of love
overcomes
the love
of power,
the world
will know peace."

Sri Chinmoy Ghose

Winnipeg Folk Fest

Forty Six days, 9 hours, 37 minutes, and 11 seconds to the Winnipeg Folk Fest. This is a moment brought to you by...

"Hurray for Everything!"

Our Deepest Fear

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of "Love". Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of "Love" that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Marianne Williamson

Note: Marianne Williamson uses the word "God" where I have inserted "Love". I chose to do this out of respect for tolerance and diversity for all beliefs. Let us be "Frank"... Love is a Universal Language. And if "Frank" was a real human being... he would so be my friend. Notice that when the word "so" is inserted into a sentence it makes it more intense. Seriously! Playfully shared with a smirk on my face.

Moontime

I bleed today.
Contrary to the commercials
I bleed red not blue.
A time of solitude.
A time of reflection.
A time of being.
Gloriously being
Being with what is.
A time to bleed...
not only for my own pain and suffering;
but that of each and every one of us.
May we all be awakened, liberated and free.
May we all remember the truest essence of love
that flows through each and every one of us.

Note: Google Photo http://www.xamanismo.com.br/Capa/WebHome

Backdoor...

This business is no more. All the doors and windows are covered up with old newspapers and all is left is this sign. Every time I drive by it, it makes me laugh even on the dreariest of days that be within me.

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been open by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trusthworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the moon,
"Yes."

It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Oriah Moutain Dreamer

Happy Manitoba Day!

Where is Manitoba? It's in the heart of Canada... in a field of dreams. Our licence plates describe us as Friendly Manitoba. Our Government was going to change it to
Spirited Energy. Originally when I heard it I was one of the few who appreciated the intangibility of the slogan for there really is an Energy of Spirit here. But our Government didn't act from an Energy of Spirit when campaigning this new slogan so it soon lost momentum. Although, I thought that it would have been in the best interest of all our incredible artists here in Manitoba to offer a contest allowing us to vote for our new slogan. I would have found an artist willing to be in a co-creative collaboration to go with Prairie Heart. And whether I won or not that's not the point. The point is... there's no "i" in team, but there sure is in "win", and when we all play together we all "win". But that's just my humble opinion, take what's useful, leave what's not.

Note: Google Photo

Graffiti...

No point... just sharing...

Community = Come Unity
Coincidence... I feel not.

Dedicated to Amanda Coe

Who am I?
Who? I am.