Stellar Birth, Cosmic Wind

“Understanding ourselves as multidimensional beings is expressed through the Wind. The movement of the Wind…” Ven. Dhyani Ywahoo

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Source: NASA, Yellow Balls in W33

“Understanding ourselves as multidimensional beings is expressed through the Wind. The movement of the Wind–up, down, or across– expresses how potential takes form and how our minds are part of a dynamic dance with the atmosphere and the stars above. The internal, external, and even the cosmic Winds that can be perceived as a turning cross at a black hole, are a reminder of an ongoing process from whence even the most minute expression is inseparable. These winds are a spiraling pathway through which life’s potential arises as form.”
Venerable Dhyani Ywahoo, The Seven Winds

NASA Photo “Explanation: Infrared wavelengths of 3.6, 8.0, and 24.0 microns observed by the Spitzer Space Telescope are mapped into visible colors red, green, and blue in this striking image. The cosmic cloud of gas and dust is W33, a massive starforming complex some 13,000 light-years distant, near the plane of our Milky Way Galaxy. Click on the NASA source to find out what causes the yellow ball bursts.

Fleeting: Fireflies~ Time-Lapsed Photos

What is life?
It is a flash of a firefly in the night.
It is a breath of a buffalo in the winter time….”

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What is life?

It is a flash of a firefly in the night.

It is a breath of a buffalo in the winter time.

It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset.

Crowfoot, Blackfoot Tribal Chief

All images are time-lapsed photos of fireflies by  Tsuneaki  Hiramatsu

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Inspired in Oakland: Bloomin’ Beauty

“True beauty is a ray
That springs from the sacred depths of the soul,
and illuminates the body, just as life
springs from the kernel of a stone and
gives colour and scent to a flower.”
― Rumi

Things are beginning to settle now with the flurry of musical tasks almost done; band & I have been working hard on some new tunes, getting ready for my CD release at Yoshi’s next week. I have some radio left to do, some tour details, and then a short break.  Whew!!  This Banksy bird (in SF) sums up what I feel; it’s time to stop the town crier and save my voice now 😉

Meanwhile, Spring has been everywhere exploding these last weeks.

We have a tiny tree in our front yard. Until it bloomed, we didn’t know what it was. Dogwood, we think. 😉

I am not usually a rose grrl, but since we have a community rose garden not far away- it has been fun to see them a little closer. There are hundreds of them!

“True beauty is a ray
That springs from the sacred depths of the soul,
and illuminates the body, just as life
springs from the kernel of a stone and
gives colour and scent to a flower.”
Rumi

New Torch and Sass CD~ Available

New Music!!

“The artist is nothing without the gift,

and the gift is nothing without work.” — Emile Zola

This is a quote that artist Anne Choi engraved on a new silver bead.

She says “I’ve heard people speak reverently about talent, as though it’s the only thing an artist needs. I think that for an artist, having a talent is just a beginning. Without persistence, exploration and appreciation, a talent withers and is lost.”

I understand the persistence part, and the exploration.  But never thought much about the appreciation.  I think I would need to make music whether I performed it or not.  But nothing motivates more than a room full of people wanting to celebrate.  I’m reminded of my early days, playing bars, a TV in the corner with playoffs,  soundscape punctuated by wild shouts of joy with sudden scores.  Ah, the old days 😉

Appreciation is a motivator. But I play my heart out these days, regardless.  In part I think because my band & I have so much fun playing together.

So I’ve done a terrible job of the daily poetry post!  ;(.  But I think I’m doing a great job w/ new videos, booking the tour, and getting our music out into the world!!  Crazy busy now.

So my new CD Torch and Sass hits the streets next month.  And Yoshi’s- Oakland has invited us back for our CD release party!!!!  Eeee!  AND I’m thrilled to have on hand advanced copies of Torch and Sass (CD or MP3) that you can be the first to order anytime before the official May 23th release date- by ordering through my website (Bandcamp)/Paypal.  You can listen to songs before you buy  here.

100% of every purchase supports getting my band on the road for tour dates both here in the US and Europe.  I’m working on the Southern states (Sept.) and the East coast (Oct.) now.  What cities should we play??    (Thank you in advance…!  🙂

This is a painting of Mae West in the murals of Coit Tower San Francisco. I’ve just started covering Mae West’s “Mr. Deep Blue Sea.”  I just love her nobody’s-fool attitude on screen.

Day 12: Endless Rain

Rain poem/lyrics

“It is impossible to live
without poetry and color and love.”
Antoine St. Exupery

I miss the South for its dramatic storms. When the sky opens up with a deluge of pelting drops or giant hail, and it’s “hellfire & brimstone” in the skies.  And then it’s over.  We’re having a storm now, with a long slow rain.  And true to west coast ways, the lightning & thunder are slow rolling and taking their sweet time.  Two hours later and still a gentle storm.  😉      More lyrics…

You wake me up at 4 o’clock
saying, why stay asleep when we could talk
seems your head is full of dreams, it seems.

Open your eyes & the sky turns gray 
begin to speak down my window pain
first a mist and then a steady pour.

Rain rain, are you here to stay?
Seems you got a lot to say
so I’ll listen to you, all night/
all day…

Cast Iron Stillness

 

“As soon as you see something,

you already start to intellectualize it.

As soon as you intellectualize something,

it is no longer what you saw”. ~Shunryu Suzuki

A friend gave this as a house-warming present.

I’ve always wanted a Japanese cast iron teapot.  I love this one so much. It was off-white, like the lid, but is growing warm with the color of the leaves that steep inside.  It has become my daily reminder to create more of what I want life to be.  And to savor it.  Every second.

Drink your tea slowly and reverently,

as if it is the axis
on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, 

without
rushing toward the future.

Only this moment is life.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Clink here to see amazing macro shots…;)

Live Your Life~ Maurice Sendak

“Live your life. Live your life. Live your life.” Maurice Sendak

“I’m writing a poem right now about a nose. I’ve always wanted to write a poem about a nose. But it’s a ludicrous subject. That’s why, when I was younger, I was afraid of [writing] something that didn’t make a lot of sense. But now I’m not. I have nothing to worry about. It doesn’t matter.”   Maurice Sendak

Maurice Sendak is 83.  His latest interviews (i.e. NPR) spill-over with beauty, intensity, family shadows, wisdom, humor, and love.  His interview with Terry Gross on NPR (chosen best of 2011) includes great musings about  the end of life, his newest children’s book, people close to him, and meeting death.

I’ve always loved how his book “Where the Wild Things Are” is as much about rebellion as imagination.  I think he was always trying to tell us all– ‘Hey, it’s really OK to go visit your demons. Even after getting into trouble, and being all by yourself; demons aren’t as scary as you think.’

Children’s books today are too safe Sendak says in the Guardian. “There’s a certain passivity, a going back to childhood innocence that I never quite believed in. We remembered childhood as a very passionate, upsetting, silly, comic business.” Max, the wolf-suited star of Where the Wild Things Are, “was a little beast, and we’re all little beasts”, Sendak said

Bumble-ardy,  Sendak’s latest kid’s book, centers around an orphaned pig who doesn’t get the opportunity for a birthday party until he turns nine.  It is said to be dark and deeply imaginative, much like his classic works Where the Wild Things Are and In The Night Kitchen.

He tells Terry in the NPR interview;  “When I did Bumble-ardy, I was so intensely aware of death.  Eugene, my friend and partner, was dying here in the house… I did Bumble-ardy to save myself. I did not want to die with him. I wanted to live as any human being does. But there’s no question that the book was affected by what was going on here in the house. … Bumble-ardy was a combination of the deepest pain and the wondrous feeling of coming into my own. And it took a long time. It took a very long time.”

This endless learning, this feeling completely, of giving into and over- all the way through to the last of life’s passages- is beautiful and humbling to me.  Though, I hope I don’t have to get to 83 before I can begin expressing myself on any subject without a care- like noses 😉

One thing that struck me in this interview, is the way Sendak touches on the memories of his unhappy childhood.  I can feel immense shadows swarming around his words as he speaks.  The intensity is mixed with a deep love, an empathy, and a nameless hunger.  Obviously, this same childhood led him to write some of the best children’s books around.  Albeit, ones with happy endings.  Other families too must have these similarly dark places in their histories- the ones no one wants to remember, talk about, or face down.  Ever. And so the unknowns grow into the dark silences that Maurice alludes to.  What does one do with those spaces anyway?

We can walk around bemoaning to the world “Oh why!?” all our lives.  Or, as Maurice says, go through years of therapy to have someone else explain plausibilities to us.  As artists, we can make Muses out of these ghosts- and let them speak through us– our writing, our songs, (his early character illustrations were aunts and uncles)- our Art.  Ultimately, I don’t think I will want those same ghosts hanging out with me forever.  To the end. I would hope that they can be safely and solidly cast off at some point- each book, each song, a little boat to carry them further afield.

Here is my song about a about a demon that kept coming to me in dreams at night.  It wasn’t pleasant. We danced anyway…  😉 – Demon’s Cumbia.

The NPR Fresh Air interview with Maurice Sendak will be posted after 5pm ET tonight here.

“Live your life.    Live your life.    Live your life.”  Maurice Sendak