chasing shadows again











Sun-Painted Compass

Sun-Painted Compass

brushed across the canvas of my skin
shuddering with my heart
is our story
traced out in lines of fate and destiny
trailing over my palm
left like a map to distant places
going and coming and dividing and returning
until the whole story could not be written on one canvas
but in our skins overlaid
and then deeper
falling in tangled twists of color and light and darkness
writhing off of our skin and into the night sky
connecting stars and planets into new ever-shifting constellations
a love painted in presense and absence
light and shadow
with our blood and the colors of the bleeding sun
so woven into our fortunes
what has been spilling into what is come
I trace the curves of Nazca Lines and spiral-carved labyrinths
and wonder if you are speaking to me
promising that our dance nearer and father – forward and back
traces out something only visible from heights we have not yet reached

I mailed your letter this morning.

Chaco Canyon

Monkey!



We all know I love on the controversy – or at least the watching of it.

This time it isn’t religion, it’s a woman’s place in the home-particularly as involves greeting her husband.

Go visit Pedicures and Black Eyes to join in on the fun that is poking into things that will outrage many.  I plan to respond when my brain is not scrambled-for now I just point you in the direction of the madness.

And, to stir up more controversy, the image used as a basic for beginning the discussion of what a woman’s place in the home is today may be a hoax!  The great and all-knowing Wikipedia says so.  More on that also at above link.



{September 1, 2007}   and sometimes also

And sometimes also that cotton candy soul tearing will happen.  But life will still be indescribably beautiful.  Even while you’re crying, trying simultaneously to listen to your ex-fiancee breathing and hang up the phone.

And get over the fact that you just responded to “tell me a story” with the plot synopsis of Chill Out Scooby-Doo!.

Or the fact that you’re still in love with him.

Falling in love with more than one person at once is not as easy as it looks – it is both a thousand times more complicated and a thousand times more simple.  It is a raindrop falling into the ocean and a fractal pattern of light and an unending number kinda thing like Pi.  Strawberry.  Strawberry Pi.



{September 1, 2007}   sometimes

Sometimes, I remember that love can wash the colors in the sunset clean.

I bought rose-colored glasses.

I have orchids that are pink, and a toe-ring that is a heart shot through with an arrow.

I am in love with such depth that it could tear my soul apart like cotton candy. Instead, love makes the world seem suddenly infinitely more precious.

This.

This is why I live.  Even now, when I can hardly remember who I am, this reminds me.

I am in love. It’s all been worth it. It all will be.



—please stop by and answer this question from Tanae, concerning sexuality and religion, and a gray area where they intersect. Question (snipped) is below:

But there’s one problem… He’s gay.

Does his sexual preference automatically erase everything that I have said about him?? Is he going to hell because of who he has fallen in love with?? Is it okay for him to be in an open relationship with his dude and not be ashamed even in the church?? I want to know what everyone thinks about this… so comment.

I very much admire her for having the courage to open that question in so personal a way. If I can come up with a response that seems appropriate (I may have walked away from the Christian church with a bit of venom, and my initial few aborted responses have sounded slightly accusatory toward Christianity in general) I will respond.  Until I can manage a more delicately phrased reply, the extent of my help will be to put her qusetion here and hope that that will help her get a few more responses.

Thank you to all of you who go there and reply.



et cetera