New poem

I taste mint coming in on the rain
athough I have not eaten any in years

I taste mint
meant to remind me

we can never really forget
anything.

MariJo Moore © July 4, 2011

for Dustan

Morning messages

We did not come this time to reach our potential.
We came to find our path.

Everyone has a path to follow, to help widen, to walk, run, crawl, dance through.
Not down. Through.

As we learn, we teach, as we teach, we learn.
Old adage reworded a bit, but just as true today as when it was first breathed eons ago.

This Morning

I was taking Hercules for a walk and there, lying peacefully in the sun, was a beautiful long black snake.
Resting. I asked her what was her message for me and she said, "You are being taught to trust the process.
To trust Spirit in and for everything."

I think I finally get it.

Don't Forget

reading and signing of new book
A Book of Spiritual Wisdom - for all days
Saturday, June 4, 1:00 PM
Crystal Visions
5426 Asheville Highway
Hendersonville, NC 28791
(828) 687-1193

Hope to see you there!!!!!!

Things I have learned living in a condo

Vampires melt in the sun, but if they have an umbrella, they won't melt: my four year old downstairs neighbor told me this early this morning.

Cowbirds do not look like cows. I put a little bird feeder on my balcony and a pair of cowbirds have claimed it.
They make the most interesting sounds: all whistles and gurgles.

The creek down below keeps flowing, whether I do or not.

Life unfolds as it should and I am just a tiny bit of the whole system.

Going up and down three flights of stairs does wonders for one's backside.

I need to see what I am not seeing, and accept what I have seen so my poor red eye can heal.
And Makayla, my nine year old granddaughter says that when she pushes her baby sister's nose, (Brooklyn is now seven weeks old) her eyes blink.
And Emma, my six year old granddaugher says she loves my new "moonscapes" on my balcony.
Those of you who know me well, know that I put suns and moons and stars everywhere.

Thank you to all who have ordered my latest book: A Book of Spiritual Wisdom - for all days.
Getting some really nice comments on it!

New poem

Early this morning, right after dawn
sitting in my home, reading a poem, looking at my dining room wall


The mask.
Look at the mask!

Which mask makes the most meaning today?

The tiny colorful bird mask from Guatemala
carved from a piece of throw away wood
by hands more grateful for work than cultural heritage

the long thin Kenyan face
intimidating and lovely at once
hiding a secret of centuries

Or

the sweet tiger mask
missing its right ear
(what did it hear it could no longer live with?)

the gaudy devil mask
smiling with knowing
designed to scare away evil and question daily sins

ceramic Mayan gods - wooden Aztec gods
scattered throughout the wall
overseers of all, pretending to be serene, yet so very intimate?

The mask.
Look at the mask!

Now, that I have written this, I can go back to reading
Lorca’s poem, “Dance of Death.”
My Spanish is in need of major healing.

MariJo Moore © March 24, 2011

Love and guts and blood

My third granddaughter Brooklyn Leigh Jaynes was born this past Thursday. She is as beautiful as the other two and when I first held her I was reminded once again that true love exists.

I just read some of Cheri Jones's poetry for her new book and I was taken aback with the beauty of the rawness in her chosen words to make us think. Keep writing, Cheri! You have the guts of a true poetess!

Asked by Amy Krout Horn to give a bookliner quote for her autobiography, My Father's Blood, I was touched to the core by her willingness to share her remarkable story with the world.

Love and guts and blood....

isn't that what life is all about?