Two years ago I died. Medics brought me back to life, doctors and nurses brought me back unaffected. But the luckiest thing was I realized:
every MOMENT a MIRACLE every breath a blessing.
So, feel your energy know your power sing your song dance your day re-assemble your mystery dig a pony LOVE YOUR LOVE walk this way and that flora fauna
hearten your heart.
for swift kat – noblsavaj 060612
My dresser has three mirrors
And not one has the truth.
Left outrages when wrong, yet
Plays so strong when right
Right cringes with who I am
Frightened by the actual
Center accepts the whole,
Resting in faithful fortune.
These are the man that travels
To meet his son known for eight years
Through an exchange of words,
Personal and scholarly
Heart and mind
Such gift cannot be deserved
The man I am travels this Friday.
Posted in Feeling
don’t go back to sleep
MANIFEST your self, destiny, purpose
love without money is open to question
the door is round and open
take care of busine$$
a minute is a terrible thing to waste
connect mind and action for positive result
in the arc of the mallet
you must ask for what you want
the only way anything gets done is when you do it
work for a true living
plant more, till more, pay attention to the farm
the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
people are going back and forth across the doorsill
get ‘er done
* – italics are excerpts from Rumi poems used in Philip Glass, Monsters of Grace
No treasure more valuable than a person you can count on time after time
long time comin…
some serve by knowing how it begins, how it ends and what song comes next
God bless a soul who takes dreams seriously and does somethin’ about it
for John Whipple by noblsavaj 091711
life is all about what you value
for every kiss given and received from beloveds and babes, we give thanks.
for the privileges of work and parenthood
for a free country
for canine loyalty and feline appreciation
for coworkers and friends
for every good night’s sleep and every pleasant dream
for things that are free and things that are worth what you pay
for that fascinating woman in the mirror
for every clear breath
for every morning in its freshness
for entertainments both enriching and distracting
for today and tomorrow
for questions easy to answer and fulfilling to consider
for every lesson given that leaves us wizened but unscathed, let us give thanks.
for Kristi Kjendalen by noblsavaj 091911
(garynote: at band practice one night, the subject came up about what Mark does on his days off.)
no better use of a day
singing in the shower
a mighty fine walk with the dogs
for mark mason by noblsavaj 070811
right or wrong, write. roll camera. crossfade to cut 2431. everything you know will change.
because every life has a truth to share – herstory. the children, the animals, the land. growth.
California. Texas. El Paso. Las Cruces. New York. Paris. Tennessee. Mexico.
for Alana Cash
Posted in Feeling
“people aren’t either wicked or noble, they’re chopped salads resolving confusion and conflict” with doin’ the best they can… (twisted up from Lemony Snicket – sorry sir)
nearly everything we do is voluntary. we choose our actions, consciously, morning to night. everything we do teaches us more. everything we do affects the immediate consequence, the sustained effect, the legacy – for good or ill. inspired by our highest considerations, well-attended intentions produce activities that shape the community. together, lively people achieve missions that help the helpless, conserve natural and cultural resources and evolve the species.
our divinity, hallowed be. our perfection comes in dreams to guide us as we work for heaven on earth. you present our day with sustenance and time. you reconcile our differences as we cooperate with others. you wisely counsel against temptation and deliver us with grace…
dancing with abandon, looking directly into the eyes of the eternal beloved
life is generally chaotic. an individual floats in a swarming soup of people bent upon a cacophony of motivations shaped by accidental childhoods and confused social melee. let us not float, but swim. let us use our moment to create new ways to thrive in a free and equitable community. listen to the better voices, hear wisdom and laughter.
sublime in the aggregate
nothin’ cant’ be survived
distinguish this moment with inimitable love
for laura carter noblsavaj 061311
You are exactly who you are, and you are very good at that
professional mom lover friend
No one knows how to parent Emeleia like you and Mac. Parenting books nor college courses prepare you to parent a child the way she needs to be parented. But if you study the chold, if you know her breathing and you see the meaning in her eyes, you learn precisely how to parent her. You taught me that.
Long life lovers have a burning passion and a steadfast fidelity that sustains them when passion is challenged by reality.
You are very professional, but there aren’t many – if any – social workers like you. You pursued this career partly because you could see that social work can be done better. You must continue to learn, to achieve a professional (graduate) degree, study, research, and then write, present, teach the profession – show them how effective a social worker can be, and how to make a difference no matter what.
Friends love you best by manifesting the opportunity to be a friend.
061111 noblsavaj aka Dad
Our Great-Aunt Neal had it on my dad’s side, and his mother – our grandmother – Zonetta has the reputation for it. On my Mother’s side, you could see it in my Great-Aunt Pat and Aunt Carol. It’s more than mere love – it’s a sunny, everything-for-the-best perspective. Each of these women thrilled in the good times, and when bad things befell, they persevered to appreciate survival and recovery with indomitable spirit. As a family, Darlene and the other sweets carry an emotional culinary trait: sugar in the gravy.
husband daughters nieces work friend love nephews sons laughter grandchildren
two little girls growing up to know that no matter what, they were loved.
sometimes the only thing you can control is how you react, and even then it’s chancy.
peace in the face of it all
when she was a little girl, Darlene had to wear shoes attached to a board in an attempt to treat a spinal difficulty. it was the sort of brutality that would make any three year old scream in confused terror. I have a clear memory of Darlene in a crib, board attached, looking up and playing with Mom and Dad, smiling then sleeping peacefully.