Schism Queens, Shadow Monsters, and White Nights

 

Tone and shade

Simple as that

Simple as this

a teaching for children

point at the moon

Teacher?

Student?

More than rote

More than the words

It's in the woods and the water

It's in the messy threads

They are watching

The moves we make

Smiles and laughs

The averted eyes

They copy our patterns

They inherit our unfinished tasks

My mother's songs 

Feeling out the edges

Grateful for my graceful guides

Thankful for the curves of rainbow songs 

Boughs of wisteria 

Benches for mothers

Taking time to tend my own threads...

A making for me

Songs of struggle

Songs of love

A time for tone and shade

Time to learn 

Mother Mary

A Quiet Contrary

How doth the Stitching go?

With ginger cats and a stab through the back

And pretty flowers

 all in a row

Mother Mary

Quite Contrary

How doth the garden grow?

In Black and white

In thought quite nice

It's all in the practice I know

Truths through warp and weft

Into the fabric

All in place

All is well

How to act 

Not to reign

A piece

A part

A thread

Dirty shoes

Not the only one

Perhaps we should clean up the shit in the yard?

Clean the shoes, clean the yard

Leave the shoes to dry

Walk around barefoot 

At home 

  

The first teacher

The singer of wordless verse

To tell the untold

Untelling, and Unfold

Yeah, go away now

He says with a wave. 

You with your fancy words.

The second teacher

Spins in the rhythm

Yelling his song to the sky

Do you see?

"My hand's free"

Come dance with me

Down to the River 

And through the wood

Me here

Meaning in mountains

circle, circle, circle

Back again?

Willows bend on the banks of ancient waters

A new name

A child there

Schism Prism

We see only what we can see

every day morality

More than word

Or the words of others

This

That

Other

The stories of this making

Next time the fire

Next time the axe

I hear you Mr. Baldwin, 

I hear you Gilgamesh, and Baba Yaga 

I hear the queens with their council

I hear a women's story wrought in thread

Conflict unspoken ending in death

Can we see beyond black and white?

Monster Fighting

Evil Witches

A Quest

Entertaining diversions, indeed

But can you look in the mirror?

Can you love what you see?

This post was a lot of diversions, and messy threads. Deleting and staring into space. Listening to audiobooks, walking in circles. Trying new things. Falling in ruts. Pulling threads through, and learning new stitches. I went, I saw, made something pretty. This is practice. This is falling. This is fucking up. This is now on my permanent record. Oh, yeah, I say nasally. 

Then getting up and saying "hey, that's okay, let's try again". This is the dirty work of living. This is recognizing how I see and trying to love it. Even the parts that are very unlovable. This is trying to see my own pattern so hopefully my children will have better thoughts to think. More living. More laughing. Less bullshit to wade through. 

On that note. It's time for a break. Time to play outside and look at their faces. To have talks. To be here truly. It's time to post this. It will never be perfect. It just needs to be done. Goodbye dear struggle. Thank you for the teaching. Not entirely sure what I learned. Nothing is perfect, but the contrast of it can be beautiful? Sure that sounds plithy enough. We will go with that one! Sounds better than learning sucks sometimes. No one is gonna put that on a bookmark.  

The design on the pillow is from Aliceband's album cover. Her shadow is big and helps me up.

Blessed Be, Amen, and Fuck this and Fuck that. I'm out. (Mic drop)