Stand Still

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Stand still.
The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

-David Wagoner

That? Is one of my favorite poems – it is as if it speaks directly to my heart.

Sorry to be so brief, my dad is in town visiting – and my computer time is minimal … what are your plans for this weekend? How do you intend to honor your creative side amidst the rush?

Chrysti

I am only one

i am one

these hands

I am only one,
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
       – Edward Everett Hale

I needed that reminder today, maybe… just maybe … one of you did too :)

Chrysti

Allow Your Soul Freedom

:: a golden moment ::

'a golden moment' © Christy Hydeck

Much to the dismay of my Roman Catholic background, I’m not a particularly religious person. I have never been fond of the politics, backstabbing, hypocrisies, violence, orders and harsh  judgements that are done in the name of religion. Many of these aspects have never quite made sense to me, and most likely – never will. I respect other peoples right to believe what they hold in their hearts, and ask that they extend that  same courtesy to me. Freedom to believe. Love that.

Though religion baffles me a bit, I can easily say I am a woman of unfaltering faith and spirituality.

Some folks seem taken aback when they learn my personal views on organized religion, but they are just that – my own, personal views.  They ring true to me, they ring true within me, and they are mine. I believe in a creator – label it however you like  -whether it is God, Buddha, Jesus … the list goes on –  I don’t have a name for it, I just know that deep within me it resonates that there is something out there. I soak in what surrounds me… I im in awe of beautiful skies, painfully vibrant flowers, landscapes that are so breathtakingly beautiful they couldn’t possibly come from something that didn’t encompass … well, love. I believe in a creator, a God… just not religion.

I mentioned I was raised Roman Catholic, private schools – the whole shebang. My Gramma grew up in a convent during a period of her childhood, and religion was something she held onto dearly. The rituals, the prayers, the devout faith she held were always something I admired. Those same things that meant alot to her are still very precious to me. I thought today, I’d share a variation on one of my favorite prayers… hoping that it touches a few of you too.

St. Theresa’s Prayer

May today there be peace within.

May you trust that you are exactly
where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are
born of faith in yourself and others.

May you use the gifts that you have received,
and pass on the love that has been given to you.

May you be content with yourself
just the way you are.

Let this knowledge settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

-Chrysti

:: lost in my dream ::

:: lost in my dream ::

spinning
whirling
oh-so-dizzy
lost in the depths of my mind

i’m coming back to blogland soon my friends; ive been lost in my own private world this summer, but emerging slowly, and look forward to reconnecting with you all soon.

chrysti

Will It Be Ok?

 :: mother and child ::

Mommy, WILL IT BE OK?
 Yes, it will.

But what if a big dog comes?
You will know whether it is friendly or not, if it is friendly, you pat it, if it is not you stand perfectly still and unafraid and it stops barking and comes to you and sits quietly beside you.

But what if there is thunder and lightning?
You sit at your window and watch the rain beating down over the houses and fields in the dark night.  You see how special it is because the lightning shows the rainy sky and countryside and all the city.  You pay attention because the loud thunder is calling you and saying, “Look, the world is receiving a deep drink”

But what if there is lots of snow?
You put on your thermals, gloves, coat and scarf and play in it.
 
But what if snakes come in the night?
You keep a flute by your bed and play a song and the snakes hear and are quiet.

But what if the cabbages don’t come up?
We drive to the nursery, purchase seven tomato plants, just in case.  When we come home we dig seven holes in the garden and plant a tomato in each one.  We pat back the earth around them and pour a bucket of water around them.  Then we go inside and read a book.  When we come out again there is a tiny row of cabbage seedlings.

But what if I hate everyone?
You run away.  You pack raisins, walnuts, oranges, crackers and a flashlight in a bandanna.  You knot its four corners together and walk and walk until you come to the park.  You stay all afternoon, sitting by yourself under a tree.  When you come home again, you don’t hate everyone.

But what if someone hates me?
You feel lonely and sad.  You walk and walk until you come to a small pond. You kneel in the grass by the edge of the pond, you see something move.  You put out your hand and a tiny frog hops onto it.  Very carefully you lift your hand up to your ear and the frog whispers, “Other people love you. Maybe that person will love you again, maybe not, in any case it’s all right.”

But what if nobody likes the way I dance?
You go dancing in the woods, alone in the crackling leaves.  One day you meet someone else dancing in the woods and you dance together.  You throw leaves on each other, you lie down in the leaves.  Then you go home and draw pictures and drink warm Milk together.

But what if you die?
My loving doesn’t die. It stays with you, when you remember you and me; you say, “What can I do with so much love?  I will have to give some away”.

So you love thunder and lightning, dogs and snakes, snow and planting cabbages.  You dance with other people in the leaves and run away with them. You love them and they love you, and you eat raisins together, so yes, it will be okay. -Crescent Dragonwagon

1976
(Mom, my brother, me … circa 1976)

One of the most fabulous women I have ever known ,who I also take great pride in calling a friend (thanks Kit), sent that to me years ago and I have yet to let go of it. Today, through another difficult time .. I found myself once again searching for it, seeking those words that would simultaneously provide me comfort and wisdom. Maybe, just maybe … someone else needed the gentle reminder too.

And the fact that it is also Mothers Day? True kismet.

Easter 1977

 1978 (?)

Easter 1977

2007 or 2008?

Isn’t my mom beautiful?

Happy Mothers Day Mom. Thank you for your support and undying love throughout not only my life; but these difficult times.  Can’t wait to see you in June.

 I love you with all that I am…
Christy Ann

Day 8/29 Days of Giving is…

a red-bellied woodpecker …

… in playful prose

with organic enclosure …

… evoking misunderstood harmony

culminating iridescent root …

… blinding enchantment takes flight

{no, this fever hasn’t made me delirious yet – keep reading silly!}

billowy seams frolick …

… wondrous carousels aplenty

rhythmic howling prevails ….

…  a nantucket gazelle, flushed

looser lighter silhouettes ….

… whisper of metallic hues

{ welcome to my collection of words }

Do you think that resembles poetry? Would you believe me if I told you it took me 2.5 minutes to type that, as I merely glanced through my collection of words. I allowed them to take flight and come together in their own unique way. I didn’t think about how it would sound, I didn’t care if it made sense. I sought the imagery. I craved the omigosh-im-flloating-above-the-world-anything-is-possible feeling they leave me with. I wanted my tongue to dance as they were spoken. Tell me, in your view – did I achieve that?

 Poemcrazy Journal - p. 10

That journal entry was created in the same way. It Reads:

 there – it embraces
twirling, standing,

    fal

           ling

still as night
the cat creeps
shedding uneasiness
acquiring infinity

within one, single

glimmering

breath.
———————

 spirit rejuvenated
in playful prose
the tailor, the baker
& the carpenters wife exit

veiled insolence

                                                 awakens innocence

as the fieldmouse

                 sings.

 I am often astounded by those who don’t see the art within words. The magic they create. The vivid images they arouse in our minds.

Words, are an invaluable creative tool.

You don’t have to consider yourself a writer, to use them. To be inspired by them. To collect them.

I collect words. Do you?

poemcrazy

Today’s giveaway is (you may have guessed it),  one of my favorite books – Poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Woolridge. Regretfully, it’s not a signed copy – while I probably could have written her & asked, I was far too excited and hopelessly impatient (yes, i am THAT girl who peeks at gifts if given the chance) to share and opted to purchase a copy of this for the winner. That’s love folks.

Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life With Words: invites the readers into a realm where poetry is accessible, where poems are moments of discovery that often arrive unexpectedly (in parking lots, at the grocery store, on walks) and makes ordinary lives extraordinary.

 Susan Wooldridge plays with language as she shows how to create “wordpools”, helping the reader to understand that we are all immersed in an ocean of words used but largely ignored. The reader learns to create images, begins to develop metaphor, and gradually moves into “dreamsense” where an exploration of who we are in poems carries us to deeper levels within.

Wooldridge shares stories of how she and others discovered their own poems through delightful and often amusing vignettes of her life and experiences as a writer. In practice sessions through Poemcrazy, Wooldridge demonstrates how to craft poems using a poet’s tools such as journal writing, imagery, comparison, exaggeration, awareness of detail, and playful juxtaposition. Poemcrazy is a wonderfully original and motivating addition to any literary or writer’s reference shelf! — Midwest Book Review

I want each & every one of you to find a way to be mesmerized by language. words. letters. I want you to experiment without fear. I want you to put them together, and take them apart. I want you to open your eyes to the world that surrounds you – and look, reallllllly look at the words you could be collecting. The words you should be collecting. I want you to see the difference within your creative ventures once you do.

I want you to play. To collect words. To be inspired.

This book is nothing shy of inspiring. It’s for those who write. It’s for those who think they can’t write. It’s for those who aren’t inspired to write. It’s for those who have no time. It’s for those who have all the time in the world. It’s for anyone. There is something within these pages – that will free you from any creative stumbling block you may encounter.

Poemcrazy Journal - p. 6

It will change how you see yourself. How you see the world that so gloriously surrounds you. You will breathe it in and savor it. It won’t be a chore. You will be grateful, that you can honor your creativity in a minute. Maybe two. Maybe longer. That’s the beauty of it – it’s up to you.

It’s late, I’m exhausted – and I find it ironic that the giveaway dealing with writing – is perhaps, one of my worst written entries ever. Ah life, gotta love it! It should however tell you, just how excited I am to share this. To buy one of you a copy.

To inspire each of you, to start a journal with your collection of words too. You can see mine here.

Ok my lil’ wordsmiths to enter today’s fabulous giveaway:

  • Leave a comment on this post listing some random pretty words. That’s it. Words you like. Descriptive words. Moving Words. Humorous words. Elaborate words or Simple words. They can make all the sense in the world. They can make no sense at all. Just leave me lots of pretty words that I can add to my collection.
  • and/or If your feeling chattier: tell me how words play a part in your life – good, or bad.
  • Do this by: Monday, December 15th
  • Don’t forget to spread the word. (ha – a pun!)
  •  Enter Day 0 & Day 6 & Day 7
  • Check out the first batch of winners!

Wishing each of you effervescent mocha dreams, Chrysti

A lil’ Dose of Inspiration – Words to Live By

“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.

Measuring Up

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater
and lesser persons than yourself.

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Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.”
– Desiderata – by Max Ehrmann

Have your own favorite words of wisdom? Please share them in the comments!

Hoping you find your own happiness, streangth, and peace today …
– Chrysti