poetry in the mundane
things to do
grocery shop, the fridge is bare
and the cats need to be neutered
no time for kittens
or space.
the world keeps on spinning,
they found a new moon
and the hair and nails keep growing
the weeds overtaking
life -i tangled in the mess
attempting to make order
chaos surrounds and my only desire
to sit here and conspire.

Poems to form, the mundane.

2 research papers due by Wednesday
then statistics start
my math brain departs
my husband sits by my side
this our time, the world stops
the poetry made in our eyes.

Mundane poems
not for everyone
only for the disorganized.
I suppose I should start
before it is too late
see -my chest stops rising…

i pass the baton
and who ever shall read these lists
let us be clear
my children do not like broccoli.


I heard this all before
as I turn out the lights,
check the windows and doors,
my eyes shut tight.
Lock my heart
there are prowlers loose
who particularly like the night.

They might be here,
footprints in the sand
that don’t belong to me.

I stand on the outside
looking in
a better place to be
’cause if I’m looking out
you would understand
things are bad
vagrant voices in my head.

They might be here,
footprints in the sand
that don’t belong to me.


People have reached a pinnacle of arrogance which threatens autonomy. J

I am easily misunderstood by the faith community.  I believe enough to question God in a healthy way.  I do not disbelieve by any means.  History, myth and fable shed truth.  We are either bound or set free; chastised or rewarded.

The meaning of life is not to be discovered only after death in some hidden, mysterious realm; on the contrary, it can be found by eating the succulent fruit of the Tree of Life and by living in the here and now as fully and creatively as we can.  –Paul Kurtz

The dark night of a soul is a journey I endure.   I found a matter of time becomes minutes to hours and hours unable to be contained by days.  The stories of Prometheus and God understand our need for security and pass their shadows over us.  Knowledge and wisdom our fortitude, Prometheus and God bestow a gift of hope for the future in the destruction of evil and the promise of rebirth.

The bearing of fire, warmth and light, endures for eternity.  The next generation will need storied thought and soulful belief.  Belief in fire guides and water purity.  We best learn to discover while we live.  So then I follow my thoughts…

prometheus   prometheus-eagle-eating-liver1

Why is Prometheus tormented by an eagle while the Prophet Elijah is fed by a raven?

elijah fed by raven
Caspar de Crayer, The prophet Elijah fed by a raven, 1619-1630

Jeremiah 15:3  “I will appoint over them four kinds of doom,” declares the LORD: “the sword to slay, the dogs to drag off, and the birds of the sky and the beasts of the earth to devour and destroy.

The Story of Prometheus tells his gift of fire (light, warmth) to man and hence stricken by Zeus for his audacity to befriend humanity while the Prophet Elijah, who ran from doing right, was given a second chance, sustained by God.  How many chances does it take us to do right by humanity?  Does God’s sovereignty over all the Greek gods deem Prometheus’s fire not pure and hence retribution for bringing wisdom, all that was hidden from our eyes?  Is Zeus a metaphor for God?  Is Prometheus, as a god, subject to judgment as man?  There are a few verses in the Bible that fascinate:

1 Kings 18:24  “Then you call on the name of your god,
and I will call on the name of the LORD, and the God who answers
by fire, He is God.” And all the people said, “That is a good idea.”

1 Kings 18:38  Then the fire of the LORD fell and consumed
the burnt offering and the wood and the stones and the dust,
and licked up the water that was in the trench.

Psalm 50:3 Our God comes and will not be silent;
a fire devours before him, and around him a tempest rages.

In studying Greeks myths side-by-side with the Word of God, I discover the similarities and differences.   There are many questions, more than answers, hence my quest.  I wonder about the stories woven throughout time and how we can utilize them as a map for the future.  Has our ability to let go of myth and story led us down a path of annihilation of ourselves and the world?  Our map of the world burnt?  Perhaps a post for another time…

“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”  Joseph Campbell

Personally I do not consider myself to be an answer at all.  I see myself as an enigma, as my husband calls me.  Enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.  I suppose in a way I am not willing to follow the crowd and people cannot understand autonomy.

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  This is a Joseph Campbell quote I believe.

Then, Roxanne Meshar, M.Div., in her book “God is not Zeus”, contends we want God to be Zeus but says He is not, no matter what we desire.  I counter does God not say He is He?  I am the I am?  Metaphorically Zeus?   We desire to be saved and seek someone or something stronger than ourselves.  We want God to be Zeus.

So how can any of this post help if someone believes metaphors are lies?  Does not an atheist contend and promote skepticism, blaming religion for all problems.  Is religion the scapegoat while dismissing the nature of hearts?  Can any of us say we have never committed a transgression against another?  Are we free of needing forgiveness?  Is it humanity, in all its foibles, that rules the world?  Or is there justice by a higher authority and who might that be?  Why, we ask, is God silent if He sees and knows all?  Why is the I am not walking the earth with us battling evil?  Or can we save ourselves by believing and finding the power within?

“Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” Joseph Campbell

Happy thinking, J



your butterfly wings
travel far
and in between
your shadow -holds
precious dreams
go -fly among unknown trails,
mountain peaks.

I’ll be here -waiting
to mend your tattered heart
should you return
cocoon beginnings
a fresh start
Moon-glow beams
my spirit at your feet.

The Dunes, April 2017



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And now to answer your questions…

Cat, dog or other?
Cats for freedom, dogs for the companionship with no strings attached. 😘

Would you prefer a big than average house or a smaller than average house?
Small is key. I love the feel of outside space but my heart needs security.

City or country?
No fair! I have a little of each in me but if I was forced to choose…

If you could have been born 50 years earlier would you trade and go back?
No. Never. Why would I?

What do you consider your best feature?
My heart and head. My parents made me feel it a curse to care, fearing I would be hurt.  I lived a cloistered life and I still harbor fears but I am adventuring outward, towards an unknown future.  The need to be sheltered and private may be my personality but my parents clipped my wings, leaving the dancer inside dead.  I slowly am finding out who this “I” is.  I believe she loves life and her desire to die a passing thought.

Do you hold any grudges at this moment?
I forgive and find myself hurt over and over by the same people.  The pain and damage recurring.  I desire freedom of past transgressions.  My philosophy: The harbored soul keeps the sun at bay and I desire to touch a heart regardless the burn.

What has been the happiest moment of your life thus far?

If you must work, what is your dream job?
Archeological discoveries are fascinating.  So if I could choose I would say archeology.

Do you have a particular recurring nightmare?
Not a nightmare per se but a puzzle I’m trying to solve and it takes up a lot of my time. Time spent in my head.

What is your best advice for someone under 20?
Wow! Do it! Be it! Free it!

So with that I would like to acknowledge two bloggers that always make me feel visible.  Emotions of Life and Verse In Emotion.  If you want to share A favorite song?  A favorite poet?  Your personal philosophy?  please do.  Or any of The Six Foot Bonsai’s questions.  🙂

Of course there are many others I know read my blog regularly and you know who you are.  I will gladly share your blog so ask and I will link to you.

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It was the unanswered questions he fell in love with; the quest never ending.  Buried under colored sheets were tales untold. Secrets. Should he choose what lies behind the green curtain or wait, should he choose the blue?  Certainly red would prove dangerous, his heart too aged and brittle to peer behind that cloth. 

She waited.