Saturday, May 19, 2012

If You Want to Change the World… Love a Woman

If you want to change the world… love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing-
every winged one, every furry and scaled one,
every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one,
every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet,
you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.

If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason,
beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety
and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices
we have forgotten that true liberation
comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire
and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see
if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her
because ultimately it’s not with who,
but when we choose to surrender.

If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death,
beyond your fear of being manipulated
by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her.
Say you’re willing to LIVE with her,
plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty,
by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess
through your adoration and devotion.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
in all her faces, through all her seasons
and she will heal you of your schizophrenia-
your double-mindedness and half-heartedness
which keeps your Spirit and body separate-
which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self
for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one
and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars,
trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine,
of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing,
of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots
strong enough to hold the Earth together
while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.

If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment
which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.

If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through
until she believes you,
until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion,
her wildness have returned to her-
until she is a force of love more powerful
than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.

If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…
beyond all of your striving for greatness,
beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you
if you would only take her in your arms
and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.

What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered
through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine
is the key to opening Her heart?

If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow,
to the highest reaches of your Being,
back to the Garden where you first met her,
to the gateway of the rainbow realm
where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return,
to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.-Lisa Citrone


"When a fairly spiritual male friend of mine who had finally found and was deepening into committed relationship with his soul mate confided in me he was thinking of being single again, and in the next breath expressed his latest idea for raising consciousness worldwide, I wrote this poem". -Lisa Citrone
http://www.magdalenewomen.com/

Sunday, May 13, 2012

If I Could Be where You Are

If I Could Be where You Are
-Enya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bYcDwirqDQ&feature=related
Here's another song that resonates with me when it comes to my (our) loss of Lisa.  I heard it for the first time today, on my way to my sister Sharon's house to celebrate mothers day with our mom.  Lisa was one of my #1 moms and Enya was one of her favorite artists - music also being one of her favorite things.  She would always have music on wherever she was.

If I Could Be Where You Are lyrics

Where are you this moment?
only in my dreams.
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me.
I'm lost now without you,
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching, I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart

Is there a way I can find you,
is there a sign I should know,
is there a road I could follow
to bring you back home?

Winter lies before me
now you're so far away.
In the darkness of my dreaming
the light of you will stay

If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
if I could reach out and touch you
and bring you back home
Is there a way I can find you
Is there a sign I should know
Is there a road I could follow
to bring you back home to me

Saturday, March 17, 2012


"May It Be"  by Celtic Woman


May it be an evening star,
Shines down upon you.
May it be when darkness falls,
Your heart will be true.
You walk a lonely road;
Oh, how far you are from home....

Mornie utulie (darkness has come),
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),
A promise lives within you now....

May it be the shadows call,
Will fly away.
May it be your journey on,
To light the day.
When the night is overcome,
You may rise to find the sun.

Mornie utulie (darkness has come),
Believe and you will find your way.
Mornie alantie (darkness has fallen),
A promise lives within you now....

A promise lives within you now....

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

One More Time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RZCBD3-syY

One More Time lyrics

I lie half awake
Late at night
I reach out to touch you
To feel you by my side
And I reach
And I reach
But I never get to feel you
Will I ever get to feel you again?

Again...

Just one more time
One more moment
To take you in my arms
One more chance
One more kiss
Before I wake to find you gone

One more time
Before I have to face another day
And my heart breaks...again

It's only a dream
But it's also real
I don't want it to end
But I know it will
So I pray and I pray
Every night I'm on my knees
Begging for the chance to see you again

Again…

Sunday, December 18, 2011

It's been a long, lonely time...

1:40am, I'm sick and tired - literally.  Yet I feel a need to have a discussion with you.

I'm missing you, I'm confused.  I don't see the reason, the justification, the "good".  I don't think I ever will.  I miss you.  The kids do too.  Jayson's got a good friend overnight, Taysha's in her bed, asleep and Maya's here in my bed with me, also asleep.  We mentioned you again today.  Did you notice?  Do you notice me- the kids? Where are you?  I say, and I believe that you're always here with me, but it's so difficult.  Difficult to believe, difficult to "be", and difficult to "live".  "Here in spirit" sucks!  It's not enough - it's not working for me!  I'm not giving up, don't worry, just sayin', it's difficult.

Christmas is here again.  The tree is up - what a pain that is every year... now... since you've been gone.  God this sucks without you!  You're so alive and beautiful in my dreams - then I wake up.  I hate waking up sometimes.  So easy to stay in bed when I'm only working 20 or so hours each week.  So easy to sleep hoping to dream of you again.

Most days it seems like forever ago, that horrible morning.  That horrible mourning.  I've been so busy without you.  I miss having you as the one who understood everything about me.  You knew me like no one else.  You know the persons and the personalities I deal with - at work - my friends.  I could talk to you and get answers that made sense.  Adult conversations with someone who knows, someone who's on my side are nonexistent now.  I miss that - I miss you.  I miss looking into your eyes and seeing your love for me there.  Two years and two months too long.  It's been too long.  So much farther yet to go... so far to go.  Thank God for family, yours and mine.  Thank God for friends, yours and mine.

Is there a reason for this?  Is something good supposed to come of this?  I don't get it.  It's just pain is all it is.  Two years and two months and so far yet to go.  I feel so alone, alone together with our three beautiful children.

2:40am, I'm sick and tired - literally.  I'm going to sleep now.  Maybe I'll dream of you, maybe not.  I don't know anymore which I'd prefer...

Thursday, August 4, 2011

"First Thoughts" by Lisa Brune

This was written by Lisa, she dated it 9/11-9/12  -- approximately one month before she died.

We meet as strangers but once, each carrying our own mystery within us.  We cannot say who you are.  We may never know you completely.  But we trust that you are a person in your own right, a Child of God possessed of a beauty and value that are the richest treasures of the universe.  So we make this promise to you: We will impose no identities upon you, but we will invite you to become yourself without shame or fear.  We will hold open a space for you in the world and allow your right to fill it with authentic passion and purpose.  For as long as your search takes, you have our loyalty.
Namaste

Sunday, July 31, 2011

From "Men's Health" - Lessons in Fatherhood

http://www.menshealth.com/best-life/get-out-my-room?cm_mmc=Yahoo_Blog-_-Health-_-9_Strange_But_True_Health_Tips-_-Get_Out_Of_My_Room

Father, oh father, why are you so mad?
I’m just a little kid—I’m not trying to be bad

Yet every night, you cuss under your breath
It’s almost as if you think that I’m deaf

Yes, I get it, your life has so changed
But that’s no reason to start acting deranged

1 out of 3 kids doesn't live with a dad
Now I know why—some fathers are pathetic and sad


I know you welcomed me into your life
After carefree coitus with your career-minded wife

Now you're both exhausted and seem only to argue
Is it my fault? Really, what should I do?

Here’s an idea: Relax and have a beer
And let me solve our little problem by being the man here

Did you know that I’ll fall asleep 40 percent faster
If you create a bedtime routine that I can master?

Didn’t think so, and there’s another benefit I’ll cite
With a routine, I’ll sleep an extra hour each night


And if I shut my eyes nightly for 10 hours of peace
Research shows I’m much less likely to wind up obese

Experts also say you should read to me 30 minutes a pop
Yet after just one little book you can't wait to stop

If it bores you that much, I’ll give you a tip
Just make it up, the words you can skip

This all boosts my vocabulary and word knowledge
Which someday may help me score a scholarship to college


Now let’s talk about when I want to color and swing
Why is it you can’t stop all that goddamned texting?

The brainiacs say if you pay attention to me
I’m likely to be less violent when I hit puberty

Yet you don’t quite grasp the concept of play, I infer
Maybe I should tell Mom what’s on your web browser

If you want me to stop crying, then let’s lose the ’tude
And go outside—studies say exercise improves my mood


Please straighten up, Dad, and get your head out of your ass
My young and innocent years just aren’t going to last

I can’t take care of myself, so I must look to you
Now man up and sack up—you know what to do

Give me a kiss and bid me “Good night!”
And think about how you can make this thing right

’Cuz if forever you’re going to be chock-full of gloom
You’d might as well just get the f**k out of my room


Words by Eric Adams, Steve Belanger, Adam Campbell, and Bill Phillips
  
My thanks to Lisa Newburn for her posting on Facebook!