Kaleidescope

Happy 3rd Saturday of 2016! Please enjoy today's post.

The road turns as does the picture
Every choice, a nuance
Every moment, a fractal
The picture
Will never again
Be what it was before
Now is now
Always new
Staying in the past is like
Asking your wings
Dry and strong
To fold up
Hold up
While you figure out
What you're trying to be
Reflection is good sometimes
But you've got flying to do
Hills
Valleys
Mountains
Water fountains
Dancing with the air
Every beat of the heart
Of the wing
Creates a new thing
And the old will never be
Again

With words, songs, and prayers,
Tiffany V

Hearing the Voice of the Heart

Wishing you all the Happiest of Holidays, here's a Saturday Post!

I hate that man like the very gates of death who says one thing but hides another in his heart. - The Iliad

Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks... - The Bible

The holiday season is a great time to consider the rain and the symbol of cleansing that comes with it. Let's consider expelling the poison that may be within us. Let's consider that we all are fragile in the snow with no cover. Let's consider we often pretend to be Hercules, when really we are Tiny Tim without the crutch.

"...She has them believing that poor old ape with the twisted foot is a satyr. Illusions, deceptions, mirages!" - The Last Unicorn

Considering the idea of authenticity, it makes me wonder how many people don't know what is actually in their own hearts. And because they don't investigate, they act contrary to their own soul on a detrimentally regular basis.

I was that person, I worked for and with that person. I dated that person. Once I punched that person in the gut - but I was nine, and have learned telling someone the truth can be WAY more fulfilling (or devastating) that physical violence.

This morning as I was preparing this post, I received an email from someone in high school. He wasn't my favorite person. But he said he saw in me a beautiful soul. I thought that (at that time in my life) I couldn't be my own self. I had to wear the multi-socks, the cross gear-- be this thing that really couldn't explain me or be explained by me. I, like him, did stupid things in that time, but don't we all?

His regret for who he was makes me think that he, sometime in the not too recent past, saw his heart (or maybe I'm just being an artistic chick about it). Referring to the first two quotes, my point is whether your heart is hidden by your performance of self or worn on your sleeve, it will speak. Will I hear it in the midst of my spinning? Will you listen when it says something? Will we do the work?

Peter Beagle via Schmendrick the magician said, "It is a rare man who is taken for what he truly is." I use to think he said, "It is a rare man mistaken for who he truly is." I don't know whose phrase I like better, haha.

Your cross is not mine to bear. Neither is mine yours. Love, when true, can hurt like the deepest torture dungeon in hell. It can also put gold in your wings and bear you up to the stars. It takes bravery to engage and begin. So (in my best Samuel L. Jackson voice) the question remains -

"What's in your [heart]?

I'm such a goofball.

Merry Christmas,
Tiffany V

Pme and Qme in conversation

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Freak of Nature Friends o' Mine

Hello there! Here's your Saturday post!

From 2009

I keep reaching new heights.

I keep refusing average.

I have

never

been average.

[In 2009]

I will

prove this fact.

I must now find and

celebrate 

my other 

fabulous

freak of nature friends.

As we 

celebrate

our differences

are 

renewing 

the perfected link 

of our imperfection.

Untitled

From 2015

A friend to me

Not a frenemy

I've lost my share of those

I know what it is to lose

A girlfriend

A real friend

The truth tellers

Not smoke blowers

I've lost those too

Like hangnails, true

And I find

I'm blessed to unbind

From the toxic

Willfully heartsick

And I'll mend

And strengthen my friends

The ones I've kept

The ones who never left

With words, song and prayer,
TiMo

The House, The House, The House

Hello to you! Here's your Saturday Post:

The House, The House, The House

Dedicated to Brother Mike and Church in Ramona

I have learned that I can not give what I do not have.

I have learned that I can not change a single person.

I can change my self, and then my home, and then my social environment.

A house, in a house, a part of a house,
and as the hierarchy is strengthened within me,
I thank God for the peace it has bought me.

House 1 is me, my spirit, soul and body. It is my first and deepest root to God and to humanity.

House 2 is my family, by blood or adoption. These people should receive the best of my time and attention from the best place just outside of myself.

House 3 is my community, my fellow man. It is my duty to bring whatever joy I can to these people, by involvement or absence.

Inside of me

Inside my house

A part of my kingdom

I am a person

Inside a group

A part of a people

I have a temple
My family is a temple
Within the kingdom known as "world"
But first my temple
And then my family
Before the world to show the world

DT Fountain, Ramona CA
© Tiffany Monique, July 2014

With words, song and prayer,

TiMo

Here's where you can read me

www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

A ChoreoPictoPoem

© Tiffany Monique, March 2014

Accountability Includes Silence

Hey there and welcome back!

I've been doing some marvelous on-the-ground changes of late, to include prepping for married life and home making. There have been brief moments of inspiration, but the groove of moving furniture and washing Venetian blinds kept my hands  busy. It's a magical rhythm... dreaming, conceiving, engaging, working, realizing, resting. Lather, rinse and repeat. On so many levels. Pme and Qme are forging steel bonds with each other, and maturity is making a royal appearance in my hegemony. It is humbling and exciting. But more than that, it is peaceful. I'll be posting more soon.

© Tiffany Monique 6.24.14
"Bright Echo"

With words, song & prayer,

TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

P.S. Poetry is abounding, but also some possible publishing... stay tuned!

Nocturne

Good day to you! Here is this week's Saturday Post:

It is quite quiet now.
The coyotes sing lonely songs of the night.
The air is cool, and sleep dances with creative wakefulness just now.
I find sometimes that there is a natural music in peaceful quiet.
I hear a little air escape me as I breathe, and realize that this feeling is enough.
Just peaceful breathing and a quiet moment to listen.
There is holy praise in this peace, and a welcome back to sleep in safe keeping.
It is quiet now.

As a San Diego County resident, I would like to thank every firefighter, policeman, volunteer, shelter, reporter and any other unnamed hero fighting the firestorm here. My family is safe because of your efforts these last few days. God bless each one of you.

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.timobe.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Thanks again Mom

Happy Mother's Day... here's a special post!

I don't know about punching folks in the face...
but I am glad you're my Mom.
No matter what, I'm glad you're my Mom.
From a FB post

I don't know how many times you've been the place I bounce off of - thanks

You are silent when I scream, and scream for me when my voice is gone - thanks

You let me express myself, even at the cost of your own voice - thanks

You work 24/7 so your children and grandchildren can have, even when you don't - thanks

You saw the men in my life and told me, "not that one baby", even when I didn't listen - thanks

You pray for me every day, even when you're annoyed with me - thanks

Seriously, this list could go on forever, but thanks Mom, for every single thing.

EVERY single thing.

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.timobe.com
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Onward Looking

© Tiffany Monique February 2014

1st Friday of 2014

So....

It's 2014. I'm glad I am here.

You?

My word for this year is peace.

You agree?

I'm so looking forward to what the next 365 days have in store. I believe everything is going to be OK.

How about you?

I am sure there will be testing of my theory - but I am three days in so far & all I can say is whoa, and whooooooooa...

What do you think?

Poetry and pictures coming soon. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com