Words, Post Election
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In Other Words – Sulfur

Sulfur

By: Meena Rose

High Noon Photo Credit: Meena Rose

High Noon
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Do not live on borrowed Karma;
Make your own – this is one
Account you must never overdraw.

In a flash, just like that, you fall
Off kilter, off balance, you lose
It all – you presumed, you became

Complacent and took things for granted;
Assurances you had no right to give;
A dizzying tumble from relative grace.

But all is not lost – there is that
Incredible chance, that slim thread of
Possibility that you can stop the head

First descent into your oblivion;
Your effective salvation might be
Around the corner – shatter your

Patterns and learn a new flight path;
Surprise the world and look Karma in the eye;
She needs to do her math again.

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Toronto Distillery District 02 by Brian Carson

The Distillery – Things Of The Past

It’s been a long while since I have actually had a chance to sit down and write with no goal or purpose. Today, I feel guided to write and to begin exploring ideas that intrigue me. Of course, in order to do just that, I need to extract the idea from its adjacent environment. Hence, the notion of the distillery – allowing the extraneous to evaporate and collecting the rich distillate.

Things Of The Past

Tending the Earth Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Tending the Earth
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

My children and I have a fascination with the past despite all the geeky futuristic nerd talk you might hear about the dinner table. In particular, we are intrigued by the craftsmanship of the past be it wood work, metal work, farming, herbalism, and textiles.

Can you imagine what they would do now with today’s tooling at their disposal?
~ Mateo M

I look at today’s progress (electricity, running water, indoor climate control, the internet) and think that somewhere in all of this we traded time so we could do more and in the process lost. We are so busy being the addicted experientialists that we blast through experience after experience without having fully integrated those experiences within.

So let’s slow down a bit. You’ll probably realize just like me that in the process of speeding up, our attention spans atrophied. Even in a disconnected distraction free setting, we yearn to be saved by a disruption of some sort.

Did they teach you patience in school?
~ Maya M

I had to giggle when my daughter interjected with that question. No, they did not teach us patience in school or at home. Things took longer to complete so kind of had to patient or you would be setting yourself up for disappointment. Even when it came to hi-tech back then, it required patience. Our computer had no storage memory. So to play a video game, you had to program it each time for the twenty minute play time that we were allowed.

There is so much going on around us today that detaching from the primary thread of conscious thought can be downright dangerous or it would place you at a competitive disadvantage. I seriously doubt that the craftsmen of yore would survive this day and age’s pace.

Can we learn to be like them?
~ Mikki M

This question silenced everyone. The sincere look on her face was a silent dare that even she knew she would have trouble following through on and the challenge was out there. One by one, they all decided that they can and should practice being old timey craftsmen at least once a week. So they have all chosen a craft upon which they can focus and rise to the occasion: Mikki learned crochet, Maya has chosen to bake, Mateo has chosen to tend the earth and work in the garden.

As for myself, I find myself fancying the lore and study of herbalism. The field is rich, I know. The knowledge that needs to be learned is vast. Yet, somehow, this city slicker has her mind set on an apprenticeship with the past.

Words, Post Election
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In Other Words – Perhaps Darwin Was Wrong

Perhaps Darwin Was Wrong

By: Meena Rose

Perspective Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Perspective
Photo Credit: Meena Rose

Dali in my cup
Is all I can think about;
Mesmerized by the shifting
Foam and the rising steam.

My thoughts crash and break
Around the funnel of concentration;
I lose track of time and
Feel victorious.

Lost to the now, I drift
Always emerging on the other side;
Steeled resolve and a whispered oath;
I look up and he is watching me again.

He does not know that I am now
Immune to his charms or anyone else’s;
He should, I left it out there plain
For all to see.

I smile, more to myself than to the world;
I break decorum and laugh out loud;
Uninhibited and daring the judgement -
She’s come undone.

I laugh even more at the folly of pretense
And the profession of passing judgement;
Timeless professions that predate prostitution
Indicating mankind has not evolved.

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Words, Post Election
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In Other Words – Gathering Strength

Gathering Strength

By: Meena Rose

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Image Courtesy of TuneWiki
Words Courtesy of Meena Rose

From the shadows
She watches them bloom

Bits of her heart, mind and soul
Beyond the confines of her body

Choice, hers and hers alone,
She gave away willingly

From the shadows
She watches them bloom

Attentive and content
Their lot now hers

Motherhood was academic
Until she became more by losing

Bits of her heart, mind and soul
Beyond the confines of her body

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