When the wind rushes in the trees
It is there that I feel you dance
The tears come more easy now
This I consider a gift
I most miss the sound of your voice
The way you could so laugh
And delight in life’s beauty
With such fierce joy
You are natures child
In sea, flame, flower, tree and river
I see you smiling there
Margaret on Lammas
I remember you in most in August
Though your birthday was in July
I still smile at your Pele lava hair
The Sunflowers that would grace your Altar
While your hands and fingers would express
The wit in those sharp cat green eyes
Lammas is its own special wisdom
When you open your heart, she would say
Yes, it is first Harvest but it fore-tells the fall
Pay attention to the comings and goings in life
They are the chapters of your story
Bloom like a sunflower be full of seeds to feed others
Be joyful in life to burst like the dandelion
From yellow-gold to white then let the wind
Carry your song for others to find
Ok, this national nightmare and experiment needs to end. What have we learned? How about that it is totally inappropriate for any country and certainly not ours to be run like corporation. How about the realization that what causes a country to be respected in this world has far less to do with how many weapons they have or much of a bully they are but how they take care of their own people. How about remembering that the term the “dignity of office” requires and demands what are real traditional values which are:
Which if you think it are at another level, are all other forms of love and love of country and it’s people is what it all should be about isn’t it?
My mother loved sunsets said it was a time to be grateful for the day you had lived.
My mother loved trees saying each one a gift.
My mother loved mountains a living symbol of what is strong and pure.
My mother loved the wind a hint of the power of our souls.
My mother loved birds for they have wings to fly to fearless sing songs till they die.
My mother loved so many things her family, her friends the Lord in her heart.
My mother loved life for it is all divine art.
Happy Mother’s day Mutti wherever you are.
I was born Cornelia Benavidez in Texas but raised in Michigan by my American Veteran father and German born mother. After graduating from Albion College I had the main adventures of my youth in San Francisco CA. where I dove into Music, the Mystical and the Philosophical. This lead me to a wide arc of creative and passionate people from the Music scene and the world of non-profits and the legal world where I met my husband Atty. John Doyle. We helped Kathy Peck from the “Contractions” create H.E.A.R Hearing Education and Awareness for Rockers with Dr. Flash Gordon from the Haight Ashbury Clinic. Had many wonderful animal friends that helped us raise a delightful child till life’s winds blew us to Oregon. There I found both the peace in nature that inspired me to write my tales of fantasy and adventure blending history, lore and fiction under C.B. Doyle. In 2016 I started a non-fiction series in Punk Globe Magazine called “San Francisco 1978”. Also, releasing under my given name May 19th of this year is my first non-fiction book “Victor Anderson an American Shaman”
Strong shining lads
Carrying the Ribbon tree
The laughing maids
Bearing flowers for the tree
They gather round
Plump wives with children
Young lovers holding hands
Grandfathers bearing fiddles
Grandmothers holding babes
Warriors of earth bear kegs of ale
They cheer the planted tree
Ribbons wind waved
Caught by eager hands
They will dance the song of spring
They will weave the course of the stars
Greeting friend to friend, heart to heart
Today we turn the tree calls out the Bard
We plant the seed in the name of love
This is the tree of all beginnings
The tree of wishes and of dreaming’s
This is the tree of Hope
This is the tree of Joy
Here is where the world turns
Here the moon chases the sun
Here is where we become one
The music swells
Feet dance the beat
To weave a spell
And steal a kiss
Up and under,
So, and so
Round and round and then
Art inspires, art can educate and offer perspective in more then one way and level. Expressing yourself through art gives a healthy outlet to share complex human emotion. Art can also calm and sooth whether adult or child. Art can be poetry in color or motion. Art taps and makes use of science, imagination, spiritual reflection and feelings to express the desires, aspirations, sorrows, fears, joys and determination of the human spirit. Art inspires ideas and functions as a conduit to other doorways to fill human need and growth. Art is another type of food that is essential for humans to be whole.
Art creates function and function can create Art.