around the corner of the corner store

As I waited next to your bike at the quik mart, while you ran in for an energy drink....

I peered around the corner of the corner store.
 I spy a couple leaning against their car....

She holding two pieces of paper and him a cardboard case of beer. 
They are locked in on each other's gaze and smiling really big.

 I zoom in with my natural stare and see her passing the papers over from one hand to the other and
 back again, laughing playfully, showing all her teeth and shining brightly in the dimly lit street.

He reaches out his free hand to point to one and then I realize they are lottery tickets and

they have placed a wish on each paper.

A dream and a prayer held in the space between them, although they have already won.
Winning the prize of each other's shared company and dollars scratched off or not they have a recipe for a grand Valentine's day night.

defining moment. thud.


past passed. settling into the stun. 


the cosmos honors soul thought; rings closer to my eternal sun.


the fork has spooned. the life a knife, cuts closer to the truth. 


relief and debrief, from the bored-room , I run.

the skeleton is always smiling

strip away the lands of time, 
these skins of mine and sit with me dear friend. take away the mask you know and replace it with your own. sit in the deep and grow roots, and then stand an oak. these bones, only a support for your cosmic cloak

then came all...

And All of the Love of my Heart...

All of the breath of my Soul,

All of the money in the world,

All of the spaces within the Universe,

All of the history of the Earth...

Couldn't change the Truth of you and me.

Walk with me...

The ocean waves of traffic hum now from lamar blvd.

 A vee shaped flock of white birds lit up against the dark sky by 

such a bright lady of moon.

 Loitering in closed shop windows, dreaming of a workshop

 and an old house on the hill. 

The few drops of rain spring forth an occupation of star burst 

wildflowers, smiling in a spasm of ecstasy.

the fine line between too much and too little

Sleep.... slleeeep.. wrestle the sleep monster.for me it is sometimes a struggle.

wake. dream. daydream. wake dreaming.  awaken from the dream and be glad it IS only a dream.

For two nights in a row I had a dream that I was boating in a canoe of sorts, wooden, medium sized.  I am cruising along in some rapids and there is mild panicking in some spots, its all fuzzy and hard to see ahead.

Then I reach this point where there are many folks wading waist deep in a different sort of water. It appears to be the edge of a dam. They are able to stand firm while the water rushes past. I come to this point and realize that I am riding a rapid and need to make it out of a chute of water and launch myself perfectly onto this dock to be able to disembark.

I feel little control and the weight of water as I am pushing against it in an attempt to drive.  I am fast approaching the dock, and the wading people are watching and making motions and hand signals and the situation has an impending heart racing and haunting quality to it.

I realize I am going to fall short of the proper speed to launch on the deal correctly and the water is still rushing quite fast, and the boat crashes and turns over.

The items in the canoe are swimming and sinking all around me.

I reach out to a hand being offered.

There is a calm silence. It is a stop of motion. All becomes still and I can only move my eyes and head while the rest of me is stopped stone cold. I move my eyes around the scene and take it all in.  I no longer have fear but the heart is still reacting from all of the excitement.

The hand and others come and support me and I am lifted out of the water.

Usually I can hear noises in my dreams, but this one is silent as if sound did not even exist.

Comfortable but over excited in the dream, I will myself awake. My eyes pop open and I am safe in bed.
I can almost feel the water receding, draining out of my room.

I think it was some sort of perfect heaven. My worldly possessions falling away as I reached out to the trusted, stranger's hand.

It falls in line with the recent Texas Wildfires.  We hold onto our homes, beloved objects, but in the end, as any of these are threatened, all that matters is your person and those around you. That same sense of loss and panic in my dream some of my friends and neighbors are facing now.  Run from your comfortable space, grab a hand and look towards the horizon.

I sense a huge wave of change heading my way. This change is welcomed.  I have been brewing it for some time. Working on my soul and searching and seeking within myself for the most desired outcome of this life journey.  I am making a move of house in early October and hope the Fall season will be kind in weather and opportunities.

I would like to have the dream again.
I would like to perform the landing of the canoe in the perfect way, but something tells me if I do have the dream again, the lesson is not in making a perfect landing.

The lesson is the gain from the loss. The gain from experience. The opening of a new pathway, one where my old boat is not welcomed.

Maybe I will get super sonic sneakers, maybe a magic carpet.... the thing is I just don't know....
and whatever I can conjure up won't be as amazing what actually transpires :)

my dearest dearest Dana...

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Dear Dana:
I witnessed your service of memorial yesterday. It was a beautiful gathering of kin and kinfolk. I loved being able to see your hands once again. You used them so expressively when you talked and laughed and told stories and hugged me. Your hands, they also touched your mat, which you loved so dearly. I love how you loved yoga and running into you there was usually the best part of my day. I hope you knew that. I hope that I energized you too. I hope my hugs reached you too. I know they did, but I have a sense of wonder... " Did you know how you were part of me and my experience"

Your sudden passing has wretched me and etched in my mind. The course of my reality changed forever. Your portrait in my landscape, and your angel on my shoulder. The deep learning I am gaining from this experience with you in my life and now gone has been like a masters course in the College of Life.  I cannot THANK YOU enough. 


I wanted to speak at your service, and many did: sharing stories, talking to your Family and expressing the essence of you in their life.  I did not get up to speak and later throughout my day I realized I wanted to speak to you.  I kept picturing you at a service for me and how you would be courageous and bold and talk about stories we shared.  I miss that we did not make more time together to make more memories. I cherish the hike you and Danielle and I took at St Edwards park, the times we spent at Kona Grill, talking about boys and wishing for men :) I remember when you made a red velvet cake for a client three times, because you didn't like the results. This was one of your Facebook postings and then I replied with a link to the Armadillo cakes with blood red filling and also a link to making Zombie skulls. It was so funny that we went from your cake making to Zombies. You sent me many encouraging quotes on Facebook and videos of Cats doing funny things.


I wanted you to meet my cats and see my house. We ran out of time, I invite you still.  You are welcome to visit me any time or place. Your spirit is my soul sister. I am aligned with you and speak this now.  

I was reading the Tibetan Book of the Dead and spoke some of the poems in your honor. I trust that you were wise and moved through whatever you needed to at the instant of your passing. 


Dana "Wise Woman" Wiseman, you were a warrior princess. When last we spoke I heard of your recent medical discovery, I recoiled, I drew inward. I do not know why I didn't reach out to you and offer the support that I wanted to. I thought I would have time to help you when you got more information. I also entertained a vision that your were free of pain and need not worry, that you would prevail as you always have. I don't know why I dropped that ball and this haunts me at moments.

One of the last messages between us and friends on Facebook you said...."
I have come to realize with everything I have been through in this lifetime is there is nothing I can not handle or get through.. Especially with good friends...."
 
I have learned that I need to express myself to my friends always and be present, show up and let them know always.  I offer this to you now. Late in the thread but still woven in the tapestry of the universe. Thank you Thank you Thank you for receiving me and allowing me in your life story. I will look for your spirit in the waft of the wind and in the sun rays peeking around corners and filtering through the clouds.  

We love you. S Veronica