The thing I asked my husband for on Valentine’s Day,
was that we write each other a love letter. This is mine…
The Tangential Storm of Love
As the moss covered oaks rise
greeting the mist of morning
upturned branches reach skyward
so I rise to greet you,
your sleeping face,
covering you in kisses
good morning, I love You,
this is what we say each day
As the pale blue sky presses
a tentative face through the grey clouds
the storm of so many days
gives a momentary view to glory
a song of light blesses hill and house
your own blue sky stretches towards me
an embrace that shelters me
from so much rain and wind
howling around our lives these days
howling around our sweet world these days
As the storming sea
licks the deepest waves white
sending frothing shudders
through the rattled window panes
we find ourselves saying:
So this is winter at the edge of the Pacific
glorious, rousing, unpredictable, infinite…
these ocean words also describe our life together,
an unknown adventure on the edge,
the edge of somewhere but where to,
usually we find ourselves, not knowing
yet knowing we are up for the adventure
I like this about you…
where to, you ask…
As the sun filters satin across the valley
a pale yellow satin dress smoothed by
a long willowing wintered hand of light
we turn to face the fleeting warmth
then we are off again on some tangent
of wormholes, quantum dimensions, and poetry,
we restless souls do strain at convention,
preferring invention and novelty
sipped in cups of coffee by day
glasses of Santa Lucia Highlands Pinot by night
with conversation designed, to design the life
we think we want, but really don’t know,
day by day, we say…
As the storm forces us north, seeking shelter,
passing downed trees, crushed cars,
falling branches, torrential winds
I lean in for comfort and pray for the lost,
I pray for the lonely, the cold, the scared,
the animals, the elders, the fish, the otters,
the wild mermaids singing each to each,
you are used to me now, praying this way
I have been searching since before forever,
looking for these hands with which to pray
Hands that hold the wheel as we press onward
winding around these enchanted hills
driving and listening to country music
making the best of downed powerlines
imagining pancakes and a fire somewhere warm
finally high on a hill we can see out windows
the mist covered valley in sheets of rain
we see a rainbow which lasts for hours
a promise of some kind
As I reach to touch your hands,
I remember the first time I felt them
I remember reaching up for the requested kiss,
my lips and my neck to rise to greet you
stretching into the unknown landscape
that we would eventually inhabit
in this life we call our own
This is what I think of
when I watch the oaks, rising,
when I admire the color of blue with you,
when you ask me to look at that wave, so high
this is what I think of when the sun warms us
when we are driving again, to the north,
to some destination we do not know
seeking shelter from this storm
and all the others we survived to arrive,
here.
Here,
here is where we straddle the equal sign
knowing Einstein meant for us to look closer
at just what it takes to ride a beam of light
as the tangential storm of love rocks us forward
residing on either side of energy and matter
we seesaw like children on the theory of relativity
marveling that we crossed the veil of form
our stardust becoming ‘matter enough’
to wed at the altar
and now call each other by our sacred names:
husband, and wife
As the moss covered oak rises
greeting the mist of morning
upturned branches reach up
so I rise to greet you,
your sleeping face
covering you in kisses
good morning, I love you,
this is what
we have always said
February 14, Red Thread Café
Carmel Valley
Shiloh Sophia
For Jonathan
TANGENTIAL Has Mathematical Roots. In geometry, a tangent is a straight line that touches a curve at a single point. So we say that someone who starts talking about one thing and gets sidetracked has gone off on a tangent.
It’s hard to believe it
Even as my eyes do see it
The very things that make you live are killing you
Listen when all of this around us will fall over
I tell you what we’re gonna do
Hey, you will shelter me, my love
And I, I will shelter you
I will shelter you
I will shelter you
I will shelter you
I will shelter you
Ray LaMontagne
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We woke up Wednesday morning to no power, howling winds, and an El Niño like storm at our home in Carmel, where it had been storming all night. I had never experienced anything like this – trees falling, power lines down, cars smashed, roads closed.
I had a full day of online meetings and client appointments, so Jonathan and I ventured out to the nearest hotel in search of wi-fi and of course coffee. Hard as we tried, each place we went was also without power. People were starting to flood the hotel lobby’s to escape the torrential rain…
We were finally able to book a hotel room with wi-fi as the next day my 7-week course, The Dance of the Critic & the Muse was starting with a live opening call. My vision of starting this course in my beautiful studio and setting up my altar quickly changed to a room with no fancy equipment or lights…. I was so grateful we at least had a lovely room to stay warm with wi-fi. I took a little walk in the rain and got flowers for my hair since I hadn’t changed my clothes and no cowgirl hat. My mentor Sue used to have a saying, “Not complaining, just reporting” #justreporting.
During the storm I caught this beautiful rainbow above the crashing waves. A reminder that beauty and chaos can dance together… and that as humans we get to bear witness. I know many of us are going through so much. I am sending you love and a warm hug from where I am right to where you are.
many blessings along the red thread,
As we tried to relocate from our home to the Hyatt Hotel,
we got the last latte before the power went out there too
phew…gotta have my morning cuppa…
May LOVE be at the CENTER of all CHOICES
