a routine anew
not the evenings, 
but mornings.
a sun for soft kisses,
tea and light.
to shine on our words.
inventing worlds.
to validate the singing birds.
the moon hides so that writers…
can write.

This Is…

you’re the science, i’m the glue setting between the folds of a ventricle-less heart . i don’t understand your logic, you don’t understand my reason, yet we remain neighbors. our sons and daughters playing under the stars in the open fields that were once ours alone.

…How Communities Are Born.

(inspired by the thought that a broken heart bleeds out love, so why be sad.)

I’ve been reading some stuff on balance and connection in relationships. Taking an academic consensus of what a romantic connection is, and what intimacy really means. And I think the best answer is found in the balance between separation and connection. We’re reminded by this, not in academia, but in the human spirit, in the stars that make us perfectly imperfect. You know you’ve emotionally connected with the right person when the two of you have so many differences, yet have the desire to find a way to embrace those differences and make them the foundation of a growing relationship. Through intimacy we bond. It’s the love of honesty, your partner and your self, that keeps it all together. 

It’s cirque de la lune on this election eve. I’ll go ahead and add my two cents to the blogosphere and beyond.

I too get somewhat excited by the notion that our vote for presidential candidate matters. And it does matter, in terms of how we think about our neighbors, our communities, and even ourselves. It’s a time to look at the facts, recollect our thoughts and by election day we should have a slightly adjusted take on our system of values, at the very least. If our presidential vote doesn’t matter, the least we can do is remember to make educated decisions on a daily basis, inspired by this election process. Of course, this is all dependent on what we choose to look at. I, for one, am choosing to not even glance at the facts on the guy born in Detroit, for fear I might turn to stone.

As for our current President, I did some campaigning for him in the swing state of Nevada. Am I voting to re-elect him? No. I’m proudly supporting Green Party candidate Jill Stein, because as a Californian, I can. Perhaps it’s a contradiction, or that I’m slightly conflicted, guilty; all of it. I wouldn’t feel comfortable voting for whom I truly felt could make a difference, without making sure that I did my part in stopping an apocalypse from happening, in a state that could help make it possible. You know how it goes, the lesser of two evils mentality. That’s why I canvassed.

As for Jill Stein, she’s an intelligent, ethical, proactive and environmentally conscious advocate of humanity. Her views resonate with me, as well as with just about everyone I know, though they don’t know it. There are a number of us that believe this country needs radical and fundamental changes, and we’ll continue to support those that have the desire and skill to make that happen…and we’ll support organizations, companies, businesses, laws, propositions, referendums and measures that are humane and that save jobs, our health, and lives. We do this by voting on election day. We’ll vote for those that can’t and we’ll vote for those that have yet to be born.

At the end of the day, nothing changes unless we all change it together, through the simplest of actions that migrate into a liberating infrastructure. It begins with making choices based on shared values that positively effect society. Every day choices. If we do this in conscious solidarity, everything will be okay. I actually believe this….most of the time. 

it’s become a new drowning without water. 
looking up seeing only what sits below. 
the heart still knows to dream. inhaling autumn, 
the sound moon under a still sun. 
in breathe, my eyes become yours 
seeing only what floats above.