Wednesday, March 30, 2016



The content of our life, the blood we had to shed and the tears of joy or sadness – this is the story. Who we have been, who we will be, and who we are… right now. (dl)

Our story…

It is just being honest inside and taking a few chances, but not making our stuff stupidly dramatic and hopelessly romantic – keep it real.

Over the years our story morphs, or might even disappear, but the one thing that will always remain is the change it had in us, to us, and with us.  And this change (big or small) whether we believe in it (or not) is nothing short of spiritual alchemy – Yes, it happens and we can’t do a thing about it – but acceptance is a cool thing to put in our pocket.

It is a playground of experiences maxed out, stretched out, that put us out-of- mind because in all this mental hopscotch it seems like we are the only ones suffering –
Heads up sunshine, we are not.

Yes, it is just a story.

So when we grab a hold of our world gone mad, shake it to the core, little diamonds begin to tumble to the ground and this is where we get to pick them up and either use them to cut glass, or to wear them – it’s a choice.

And after it is all said in done, will the story matter? That is one more piece of the mysterious puzzlement of our purpose – personal, artistic and alive. We need to be open to the possibility that it didn’t matter at all, except in that one tiny moment of our life, and life goes on. 

But when we look in the mirror do we see the years of a worn torn vision caressing an image we hold in our head, or do we ignore it? Do we play safe for the sake of our sanity? Color the past or make it black and white?

It is so very hard to look deeply into the eyes of a time come and gone (with head our held high) and accept some of our decisions were probably not the best. But there were times when all we wanted was a bigger truth and we paid for it dearly.  So we replay the situation over and over and ask where it was that we went awry.

Enter the endless circle. When we fall into that habitual redundancy, we get a bit sour about it all (but it is of our own doing) because of the double-edged sword – damned if we do, damned if we don’t. In other words, the story needs high emotion to sustain interest.

The intensity of retelling our “stuff” can ignite a flame that should have been put out long ago or it can be cathartic – again, we have many choices, so we must pick our inner and outer audience wisely. 

The art of the tale is how it is told.  Did we learn, did we share it with wisdom or beat it to death in drama and bitterness?  If it holds no credence anymore perhaps it should be released from the repertoire and start a different conversation.

But before we can say, “The end” we need to be completely honest with our heart.  If it doesn’t hurt anymore when begin to speak about it – put it bed. It is done.  If it a twinge still appears in our gut, or something makes us tingle in a not so good way, there is more to learn, more to know, more to grow. 
Dig deeper.

With any luck at all we find serenity - a solemn serenity that we all have to face sooner or later. It can be cold and brutal but it is (in my mind) the best form of enlightenment out there.

Our story is in fact, where we meet our self. Extend your hand gratefully and say, Hello… (dl)

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


There is such a misconception about our free spirit –

Clarity to the misfits…
We live in the moment, but that doesn’t mean we are without responsibility.
It means following the heart, the core, and we are immersed in life fully. There are no stipulations, no regulations, and no conditions (for the most part).

We are: Gypsies, bohemians, hippies, artists, poets, muses, writers, dancers and usually loners with an abundant amount of friends. We live to live, love to live and love all life has to offer, all of it - and freedom is the music of our soul that drives us home.

The free spirit knows a deep respect for nature as it amuses and amazes us constantly.
We are misunderstood (thought to be a bit whacked) and we do (and say) the things most people won’t.

We are risk-takers; solid lovers and we don’t do much about “what if.”
We are said to be “old souls” with wisdom beyond our years but we earned it.
We have been chastised, criticized, mocked, and then admired for our knowing.

Temptations find us, touch us and move us to tears. While we are looking out for the wounded and the underbelly of what life really means, we stumble, we fall but we always get up again.

People often think we don’t care about much yet we do. We care deeply, intently and wholly. And if it appears that we are disinterested, or inattentive; it is only that we standing outside a fine line of involvement. That line is a conscious choice we make to try not to interfere where we know we are not meant to be.

The only thing that scares us is the toxic energy of drama, (we don’t need it or want it around).

Some believe we have already been here many times and that our taste of life is exotic and savory. Some think it is only in our past experiences and lives that we conquered so much tragedy and pain that we now have such a carefree view. I am on the fence about all that but living in and with the lighter side of life brings simple happiness, this I know to be true.

It is embracing what comes our way good bad or indifferent, being in the flow and not trying to swim upstream all time.

So the mantra, it goes like this:
We are ordinary souls with NO intention of having an ordinary life.
We live the highs and the lows and all points in-between.
The spirit is in us and will continue to be “A Rebel without a cause” –

But isn’t that what life is all about? Living to the fullest, throwing caution to the wind? If you are nodding your head as you read along, you are in good company but you know how difficult it can be, and as our spirits collide, dance in the moon lit sky, it is nice to have some conscious camaraderie.

I see you, you see me and we know….

Life is a gift, and we are never promised to be kissed by the wind. Through it all, our hands are held together by a common thread - that thread is the presence of the free spirit ….called love. (dl)

Saturday, March 12, 2016


I want a new dialog. I want new words and new visions because I am tired of listening to what is coming. “Coming” has no bearing on our moment – but the moment has everything every thing to do with what will be –

I want delicious, juicy, and enticing expressions from the heart – the ones that hold me hostage the second they leave your mind. I want emotion and designation dripping with substance - I know it is out there… Let’s talk about it.

But I guess the present is far too boring for most, so the same mantras project and persist like a bad advertisement for spirituality - (the redundancy becomes insolent and so very annoying) because there isn’t a new paradigm; it is simply the old one wrapped up in a pretty package, and the parallels haven’t shifted they are still in alignment.  I want that old adage to melt away.

The universal voice is still crying aloud just as gravity still pulls at the heartstrings. And nothing is darker than force that sucks the life out of us when all our hopes are shattered by needless delusional mind chatter.

We read and hear about a formidable future that no one could possibly know of and then, the future shows up in a different form and all bets are off when that ‘moment” rose without monumental change. Enter disappointment – the sad are even sadder, and the believers turn to stone.

The only survivors are the ones who knew instinctively the grandest miracles are afoot – and those miracles? They were just too ordinary and obvious to speak about for the masses.

But appreciation can come in like a breath of fresh air when we pause for just the slightest sound that lights up the imagination.  Remember that? Remember what it is like to hear the distant bell, a cricket in the grass or the trill of a bird in flight and talk about it?

Those are just a few of the important conversations that are wafting around above us waiting to be captured again and embraced.  Tell me, please tell me what you hear.
Hold my hand and give a small squeeze of acknowledgment with your words.  The premise might look like this: Is it real?  Is it purposeful?  Does it add merit to the missing pieces of the moment so it doesn’t end up depending on a future that hasn’t happened?

And while wasting time trying to manufacture prophecies of brilliance and enlightenment takes the edge off a dull day (yes - I get that) if it was only understood how much power we actually hold over our future through conversation of immediacy; it would change the way we think and speak about our “now”.  We would certainly talk with the highest amount of inner respect for more succulent vocabulary toward our self and others. 

Karma, (our echo) is power, intrepid and real – for better or worse, it all returns.   Again, in terms of this moment… abundant gratitude will reign favorable.

So the dead ideals that are still aimlessly drifting and alighting into the unconscious are vapid yet, systemic - and it is more than time to bring an awareness to a society that is suffocating by an antiquated “what if’” because tomorrow never comes.

Why create scenarios with insidious talk of doom and gloom through repeated regurgitation of self-righteous atrocities? Past dramatic scenarios come at a huge price and end up escalating the problems (keeping them alive) instead of finding resolution; it also thwarts any progress in purposeful language.

Let’s raise the bar to beautiful articulation with grace in our hearts and our voice now. 
It doesn’t have to be complex, we can converse in simplicity, one that has depth and meaning as 
there is an abundance of subtly found in an effortless, flowing, and real-time conversation.  (dl)