Monday, December 31, 2012

Time Capsule 2012

May all beings have fresh clean water to drink.
May all beings have physical and spiritual nourishment.
May all beings have a home and sanctuary.
May all beings share love with someone.
May all beings know their true purpose.
May all beings be well and happy.
May all beings be free from suffering.

Today I will do what I can to 
bring this intention to reality.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

If Wishes Had Wings

Think of all the wishes
we send soaring each day

each time we form an intention
and give it wings
by making supportive choices
taking deliberate actions.

Wishes have the wings
we give them.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Share the Joy:Christmas Memories

It's easy to stalk JoY
this time of year.

Family gatherings

the excited anticipation in children's eyes

the near-manic intensity in the grocery store
on Christmas eve day
(well, maybe most people don't find that joyful)

I found plenty of JoY
over the past week,
mostly in the form
of pint-size people.

Little Oliver is now almost
seven weeks old. 
Good as gold.
Loves to be upright.
Is a good snuggler.

His cousin Serenity got a rush of joy 
from holding him.

Logan had fun playing with Serenity,
finger puppets and hot wheels
(which the cats found absolutely fascinating)

and then there was the present-opening part.
Poor kid has too many Christmas appearances to count,
but each one comes with presents.

I want to give him Christmas memories 
beyond the ripping of paper
and the temporary frenzy of things,
so I engineered an outing.

Last year, 
we nearly froze our fingers
walking around Zoo Lights on a cold night.

This year, it was model trains, finger puppets
(which he had to leave at my house
since they're small enough for Oliver to swallow
when he gets a little more mobile)
and making art.

I also can't forget his impromptu pose
next to the statue in front
of the federal courthouse. 

My friend Jennifer was reminded of Zoolander.

Logan says when he grows up 
that he's going to work at McDonald's, 
Burger King and Taco Bell.
He's also going to be a pilot
 of helicopters and airplanes.
A dancer and singer.
Toy making elf.
Home builder and video game programmer.
But maybe, he says,
he'll change what he does.

(You get to do that, Logan.)

Where did you find your JoY this week?

Share the Joy. 

1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy.

2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into 
the Mr. Linky box along with your info.

3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment because everyone
 enJOYS getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of JOY!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Monday, December 24, 2012

'Twas the Day Before Christmas

Be safe and warm
and know that you are loved.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

A Little Color in an Otherwise Gray Day

A few tenacious raindrops are clinging 
to the scrawny fingers of the vine maple.

After winds knocked Douglas fir cones
loose from my neighbor's tree
(why do they only fall in my yard?)
now the smoke from my other neighbor's chimney 
is rising almost straight up.

It's a fine day, I think,
for a splash of color.

Color Quilt - created on

Not my usual submission,
and not a series of images,
but I'm thinking this might be today's

because to me
paradise is alight with color.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Share the Joy: Searching for Joy Regardless

When there's been a horrific event
like that in Newtown

or you call a friend and learn
that her niece just committed suicide

it's hard to focus on joy.

But here's the truth:
in the face of unspeakable evil,
in the face of evidence that we never know
what tomorrow will bring

we need to 

and cultivate all the joy we can.

The world needs all the light we can shine.

Maybe you've not felt much fresh joy this week.
That's not surprising. 
But you can still 

Share the Joy. 

1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy.

2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into 
the Mr. Linky box along with your info.

3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment because everyone
 enJOYS getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of JOY!

Monday, December 17, 2012

What Can I Do?

We have been reminded too viscerally
of the existence of evil,
of the corrosive effects of anger and hatred.

There are unfortunate pockets of darkness
where compassion, joy, and goodwill
cannot seem to reach.

All we can do is shine our light,
radiate love like a beacon
in that darkness.
Be the change needed in the world.
Say the Metta.
Be the Metta.

To do otherwise
seems unthinkable.

Do it for the children.
The ones lost to senseless violence everywhere.
The victims of ethnic, political, and religious conflict.
The sex trade slaves.
The ones without hope.

Let your light shine ceaselessly.


Friday, December 14, 2012

Haiku My Heart: Silliness

"A Candle to Light the Way"  created on Polyvore/MeriMagic

she holds a candle
elephants march in distance
dark storm clouds gather

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Share the Joy: Girl Talk

As most of you know,
I've got another blog called MeriMagic,
mostly dedicated to participation
in collaborative blog things.

Over the past 12 days,
I've posted 12 posts
celebrating the Divine Feminine,
the Holy Mother,
the Virgin of the Americas,
in connection with Rebecca's

Looking forward to creating
something special for each post,
to seeing the posts so lovingly created
by all the other participants
was a treat each of the days.

Feeling like each encounter
was a bit of girl talk,

a conversation about what's important,
what speaks to our souls,
what feeds our wellspring of joy.

So thanks, Rebecca and all of you who participated
(and yes, Spadoman, I'm including you in the girl talk-ers,
but that's a compliment)
you're the JOY I'm talking about this week.

What gives you JoY?
Please share!

1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy.

2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into 
the Mr. Linky box along with your info.

3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment because everyone
 enJOYS getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of JOY!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

True Words Tuesday: Don't Stop

just keep on dancing
for the pure joy of it

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Imagine: Tribute to John Lennon

On this day in 1980, John Lennon was murdered.
Assassinated by a deranged fan
outside The Dakota,
where Lennon lived with wife and muse Yoko Ono
and had been a stay-at-home dad
 for their young son Sean.

I remember waking up to the news
and feeling stunned. 

I felt stricken, 
knowing that all however-unlikely hope
 for a Beatles reunion was now moot.

It angered me that such senseless acts of violence
existed and that this cultural icon's life
ended in such a gruesome and tragic way. 

It felt so personal.

The assassin had ripped a hole
in the fabric of my life,
tore the threads of melody that sang
stories of loves found and loves lost,
tales of youthful fascination with things
counter to the dominant culture,
taking a stance against war and discrimination,
in favor of peace and justice.

When the Beatles first invaded American shores,
John wasn't my favorite Beatle.
I'll freely admit to being into cute. . .
and cute described Paul, 
even if he was way too old for me
(though these days it seems that 
the only men interested in me are way too old.
Go figure!)
But John's irreverent wit, his brilliance,
his quirkiness, his activism, and his heart
won me over.

"Too Soon Gone" created on by MeriMagic/Meri Arnett-Kremian

To this day, listening to Imagine makes me cry.
It was John's best-selling single and 
Rolling Stone named it # 3 
on the list of 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.

Rolling Stone described the lyrics as "22 lines
of graceful, plain-spoken faith in the power
of a world, united in purpose, 
to repair and change itself."

The song was not without vociferous critics, however.

It was called "the most subversive pop song recorded
to achieve classic status."

Conservative commentator Ben Shapiro
held nothing back when he opined:

"There are no words for how truly evil and terrible this song is ... 
utter and complete rubbish ... It's vomit-inducing bad ... 
It commits the worst musical sin: it is completely boring ...
 But that's not what makes this song so horrible. 
For that, we have to examine the lyrics, 
which are not just ignorant, but Soviet-style ignorant.
 It's a communist, atheist song, pure and simple ...
 no borders, no God, no meaning, no values, and no wealth. 
And it's being penned and sung by
 one of the richest people on the planet.
 Despicable as art; despicable as politics."

So there you have it. 
Proof positive you can't please
all of the people
all of the time.

If it makes you feel any better,
I also cry every time I hear
that non-Soviet song

And anyway,
my point is (besides paying tribute to Lennon)
to spread his message

"Give Peace a Chance" created on by MeriMagic/Meri Arnett-Kremian

How utterly subversive!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Divorce Magic

I've been writing a bunch recently,
and for some reason I started thinking 
about my former husband's sister Randi
and her fridge magnet.

It said
Even if the marriage wasn't magic,
the divorce can be.

It sported the logo of Marie Laveau's
House of Voodoo,
in the French Quarter of New Orleans,
at least I think it did. 
I remember it was from a place right near 
the Cathedral and
Marie Laveau's fits the bill.

Since my sister-in-law 
never had anything nice to say about her ex,
in fact didn't say anything about him at all,
I wondered how much help the magnet was
in making her divorce magic.

I don't know if she tried any other
self-help remedies.

Now, lest you think of sticking
some mean thought pins
into an effigy of your former beloved,
I've checked and all their voodoo dolls
are meant for good purposes.

Apparently, you'll have to go elsewhere
if you're inclined toward
the dark side of magic.

Just remember,
what you put out in the Universe
comes back to you.

not curses.

It all works out in the end.
(And if it hasn't worked out,
it's not the end.) 

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Do You Ever?

Do you ever get tired of 
always saying the right thing,
of biting your tongue,
of not saying anything 
if you can't say something nice?

Do you ever want to celebrate 
your wild child?

Let your bad girl out to play
(if only for a guilty minute)?

"Girls Like Me" - created by MeriMagic on


I thought it was only me. . .

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Share the Joy: Musical Memories

I find so much sustenance from music.
Joy, really.

There's nothing like being alone in the car,
with That Old Time Rock 'n' Roll blasting,
to lift your spirits.

Music weaves seamlessly into the soundtrack
of favorite movies, but more importantly,
becomes the soundtrack of your life.

There are those musical events that stand out.
Concerts you're glad you attended.

The first I remember,
one I'm so privileged to have attended,
was a night of Dave Brubeck.
He died today at 91, a day before his 92nd birthday.

He was a legend in the jazz world,
becoming the first jazz artist to sell a million albums.

His long-time musical partner, alto sac player Paul Desmond,
wrote the saxophone melody for the Dave Brubeck Quartet's
memorable piece "Take Five," a jazz classic in 5/4 time.
The piece became the title song for the album. 

I, as an adolescent, fancied myself a sophisticate
and intellectual, so of course,
I had to listen to jazz.
At least for a while.

Notably, and oddly, the Brubeck Quartet 
was paired in that concert with a trio. . .
Peter, Paul and Mary. 

They were, of course, too mundane and commercial
for my refined tastes.

But eventually, I got over myself,
and admitted that I was a rock girl at heart.

And stated going to other,
more age-appropriate concerts,
both then and now.

Eric Clapton, for one, had me weeping with his guitar playing.

I've gone to three Carole King concerts 
(congrats on your star on the Walk of Fame)

and loved them all,
though my favorite was at Red Rocks
outside of Denver,
sitting at the upper elevations of the amphitheater,
watching the lights of Denver twinkle
on a warm summer evening
and learning the meaning of a Rocky Mountain High.

Who else?

Jimmy Buffett concerts are. . . unique.

The Beach Boys were fun, both
as older-than me guys
and older-than-dirt ones.

I never got the chance to see the Beatles,
but a girls' night to see Sir Paul
was a highlight,

even if he didn't look like this any longer
and he was married to that upstart Heather Mills.

Elton John puts on quite a show

(we took the kids to one, but when we asked
if they wanted to see him again the next time
he came to Seattle, they reared back in disgust
and said, "That's a concert for old people."

and so does Celine Dion
(and those tickets were complimentary,
always a bonus).

But perhaps the most moving concert
I ever attended was on the Sunday evening
after September 11, 2011.

James Taylor was scheduled to play Seattle's Key Arena.
No planes were flying, of course.
He and his entourage were traveling
 the broken-hearted land by bus.
They'd just played Portland.
I hadn't planned to go,
but at the last minute was offered VIP tickets
in a catered private box,
so my bff and I jumped at the chance.

It was pure, unadulterated magic.
Like a big healing band-aid applied
right to the heart.

That's what I'm talking about.

And I give myself a big dose
whenever I put on the headphones
and start up my ipod playlists.

What gives you JoY?
Please share!

1. do a post that tells and shows what gives you joy.

2. capture the URL of the specific post and paste it into 
the Mr. Linky box along with your info.

3. Visit other players and let their joy infect you.
Leave them a comment because everyone
 enJOYS getting positive feedback.

Let's start an epidemic of JOY!