#NaPoWriMo 20

Was I dreaming of the snails or were the snails dreaming of me?

It will be a long ordeal now… this arriving at the door of happiness … silver has been sold for you, Mountain Man … that would never have been gifted to another not even in death … yours was the most sacred of trusts … Do we heal from the inside out where the soul light stirs closest to the truth of our wounds … or from the salves of the world’s doing ? … it is in joining that we heal … it has always been … the thirst for your mouth deeper still budding in the furrows of my heart song … to be inundated by how we laughed at our human cleverness … Tumble tossed key, locks scramble ordered before Alexander or Napoleon … either yield the same solutions … break us all by the years … by the thousands and we will bow still and justly before the Law of the King of soul … Lavender scented skin and the way my hair would have fallen about your face… when the world was lost Eleventh Universe electric slow ride … Home … you are my home … dreams to awakening … hope to tears … and such blessed growth for which I am ever thankful … yet, … today, I remain homeless.

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If Not for Technology #NaPoWriMo 10

It was in a dream somewhere I saw your face … “like an ad in the old fashioned news”, you’d say … I watched you and read the posts on your page … saw the pictures from your life … listened to the tunes you would post … I learned about what you did as a trade … where you live, even saw the food that you ate … One day I got bold and reposted a poem … some whirling and twirling round something someone wrote … truth is I forget the words or even the rhyme … I just knew I couldn’t waste any more time … my heart was reaching inside of your walls, down the corridors, and hanging out in the halls … I knocked on the door and when you opened it wide … I fumbled and lost it and I dropped my pride … I broke down and  choked up, yeah I spilled all the beans … confessed and addressed and oh hell, I made a mess of everything … too many phone conversations … too many late nights burnt out … so many things mistaken … now we will never sort it out … had our eyes met … or we ever held hands … had a simple good night kiss … happened unplanned … but things aren’t done that way anymore … there’s no old fashioned love in store … for dreamers like me who are caught in the belief … if not for technology … we might have been … Mail Order Annie and her Handsome Dan.

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© 2015 Carla Dawn Dunlap All Right Reserved

Beauty from Julie Sopetran’s Blog

A Stunning and Beautiful Tutorial for Children to learn the Trees this spring also a wonderful site on Word Press for Poetry and the Wisdom of Life. I encourage you to visit this site and share it with others.

Haikus For Children to Learn the Trees

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The Alexandra, in Self Found

It is no secret I am a great admirer of Mr. Leonard Cohen. I don’t use the word fan because it seems to cheapen what an artist does, for me at least. It tends, in this age, to separate them from the sacredness of that which art used to embody. I introduced a friend of mine to Leonard a few weeks ago. He is only about 6 years my junior, however our upbringing in some ways was so drastically differing that he had never heard of Mr. Cohen despite, “knowing” a few pieces of his music from the radio over the years.  The first song I shared with him was a live version of “Suzanne” for  it is such a stirring descriptive tale of our human connections and often the ways in which we are opened to one another even when we believe there may be nothing for us to be touched by.

It has been another lady friend of Leonard’s who had been running through my mind lately though. She was Alexandria. I know most of his work yet, I had never encountered this song before. So, like my friend, we were able to experience something very sacred and explore an aspect of the feminine together, through a similar vein.

“Alexandra Leaving” came to me, or rather I was led to her, one late night as I was working on line feeling very intensely the truths of being a woman and of just having gone through my Rights of Passage to join the mighty Grandmothers and the Crones.

My very good friend and Author, Seth Mullins taught me how to be painfully honest with myself. Seth is one of the most amazing people I have ever met and he has pioneered the field of Dream Dowsing through Spiritual Self~Exploration in a way that I had never encountered before we became acquainted. He is a remarkable human being and in my struggle this particular night I thought of what Seth might do ? The answer was to let Spirit lead me.

Spirit led me to Leonard, as is so often the case. There the first song waiting was “Alexandra Leaving”. The song is based on a poem by Constantine Cavafy


In experiencing the song I realized what I was trying to tell myself and My Self. It was a message of great encouragement. It was a love letter of sorts to this woman. It was nothing to do with sorrow or feeling anything except at peace with where I am in this moment, owning the space, the honor, the breath and depth or who I Am. It was truly a beautiful happening I had sought out for myself to experience. The Grandmother in me empowering the woman just setting herself on this Change of Life Path. “All is well, you are strong, this was foretold that you would be able to withstand.” In those moments, I was simply filled with a peaceful understanding of where I have been in this life and why, to some extent. The journey widened, any darkness became more light at the horizon. we grasp hands, and smiling began to walk on together.

There was a time in my life I would not thought of seeing 50 years old. Now, I have conversations about how the word “old” is just so wrong !! Life is a journey back to our youth, I believe, we are only meant to understand at the moments when we can open fully to it’s glory and it’s light. There is no describing it. We poets and scholars strive to. Those of us who have had moments of touching the face of God, Oh we swim backwards through time trying to capture even a split second of that ecstasy like a dream unimaginable it is so thick and pungent in our mouths and hollow in our stomachs. Yet, the Saktipata of Oneness can only happen when it is meant to, if we let our tumblers fall into place, if we are willingly led. I hope to love myself again so well as I did when “Alexandra Leaving” found me and helped me to understand a bit more of my grace in this world. For this, I thank Leonard Cohen, as ever, for all his wisdom and self discover shared with the world. He is and has been one of our greatest gifts.

I will not abandon this woman. I truly hope young women who feel a time when they are restless or hopeless will perhaps be led here and find Alexandra as well. Perhaps, they will identify more with Suzanne and her feathers from Salvation Army counters. Just never give up on yourself because if I had … I would have never know how amazing I was going to be at 50 and how groovy life gets. You will cry with joy when you arrive and see the beauty of it all. You would never believe it when the pain is so horrible but trust me. I have been there and the sun is warm, the colors are vivid, the Grand Mothers here are kind, and we welcome you all with love and cookies and ribbons for your hair. Your Alexandra can always be found.