Loivers Lane & Navarre Beach

2 ocean springs

  ANOTHER WORLD

You take me to another world,
Ethers and light abound. Vivid colors fill my mind
and physically I drown.

The lights are green. The lights are pink.
Some fall in purest white.
Soft shadows dance and play and sing.
In rhythms I delight.

Scents of birth and then again,
the whirling love returns.
Steaming auras tease my brain
and sensually, I learn.

I listen soft, I listen still.
I hear the hearbeat low.
Resting in complete repose,
another world I know.

9 ocean springs

OUR BEACH HOUSE AT NAVARRE BEACH,
SANTA ROSA ISLAND, FLORIDA

c ocean springs

ON TURNING FORTY

I thought
that by the time one reaches forty
the failures
would be over
and living would begin,
caring about the precious years
remaining.
Visualizing from
A different perspective.

Can it be
That after living with someone
For twenty years
I instinctively know
what he'll say
but never understand?

Is it me -
Or is it the male mind?
Is ego really
related to success?
Do past failures
not point out the necessity
of future achievements?

Why are the main goals
of the male life
centered upon
wants to acquire
laced with possession
lending power to the accomplishment?

Is a woman so "the other"
that we view goals differently?
It seems to me that the happiness
for which we are all striving
would be better attained
if male goals had less
to do with dominion
and more to do with
feeling
caring
laughing
sharing
running
flying
skipping
and other enjoyments
of the spirit!

2/9/80

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Figaro was our white Himalayan cat - he was the dumbest cat but was so very beautiful. When he died I had him stuffed and kept him on the living room chair - this really freaked people out when they went over to pet him and he didn't move. Years later Bud sent me my microwave when I was living in St. Croix. Figaro was inside. It was the first Fed Ex delivery on our street in old Christiansted. No one even knew what a microwave was back then. All of my neighbors had gathered around to inspect it, as the box it had come in was quite large and they were all really curious. When I opened the microwave door and pulled out Figaro they really got the spooks. I was then named the local "Obi Woman" (shaman and magic woman) and never had a problem again on that island.

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