my neighbor the hummingbird

Wise Old Tree

he always greets me with open arms

reaching out to make me feel so welcomed

"sit here" he says

"where you can see the sun rise and shine through my leaves"

"share with me your brightest secrets"

Some oldies but goodies

i often find myself daydreaming that

i posted something on my blog

i think i know exactly what it would look like

i get excited about it

i smile

i never do it

here i am doing it

instead of thinking too much about it

or looking for the right words or photo

i'm just gonna share

some of the history

of my love for trees

i realize

now that i live in topanga

that i am in love with trees

after living in venice

i realize

i'm not a beach person

(although i love visiting the beach)

my name means green

not blue

the end

    

Self Portrait

June 11th ~

the other night i called god and he wasn't there

he used to answer my calls right away

and he would always leave me messages

letting me know he loved me

was feeling lost without you god

until this morning when songs

 of birds chanting in the dark

awoke me from my sleep

although i did not want to wake

and be reminded of the pain i feel inside

of my broken heart

of my broken spirit

the birds kept singing in the dark

calling me to rise

to welcome a new day

to witness the rising of the sun

so i climbed out of my river of tears

i grabbed my broken heart

my broken spirit, my fears

and crawled to a new dawn

and there she was, not god, the goddess!

she called me to a tree

with buzzing busy bees

in morning rush hour

and one stung me on my crown

my first sting by a bee, a blessing! i thought

'cause after that i could hear her loud and clear

the goddess spoke to me directly in my ear

"you have been calling me by the wrong name

where have you been my child?

i have planted flowers for you to see

and a bed of buckwheat for you and your cub

i've been waiting here for you

wondering when you'll come

to smell the blossoming black sage

to feel my misty kisses on your face

i've called on new birds you hadn't seen

the smallest of hummingbirds

the black feathered ones

the brown orange ones...

...don't feel sad my child i am here

remember that like you, the mountain lion

is also lonesome, fierce and feared

but she truly is more calm and peaceful than she's not

beautiful mother with your cub

you've looked elsewhere for support

when the mountains have been waiting to love you

when the trees have been waiting to hold you

remember who you are

have faith in who you are becoming

you don't know where you're going

but know you're never lost, i'm always near

see beyond your little world

for the forests are still here

the ground holds both your feet

the wind blows beneath your wings!

rise above my child! let me wipe your tears
and sing a song for me!

sing it loud and smile back to me!

you are so loved by me!"

and that's how the goddess spoke to me this morning

she dried my tears and took away my fears

she blessed me with songs of birds, smells of flowers
misty kisses, hugs by trees, and lovely deer