“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” — Jean Cocteau
so much more,
I AM human, as are you:
Everyone Matters 💜 & ☕️
“The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
“‘Everyone Matters’ is about everybody’s value, that we all count, that we should all stand tall for who we are, as we are,” the campaign founder HealthCliff Rothman told The Huffington Post in an email. “It’s about judging each other, and ourselves less.”
Poetry is the language of our experience.
Happy World Poetry Day!
images via Picture Quotes
An ability to see beyond the pale,
Recognizing hope in the shadows,
Trusting first and foremost in love;
Questioning allows for discovery –
An independent view of the world,
Finding wonder in unlikely nooks,
Taking refuge in discovered beauty;
Aesthetic purpose is proven worthy.
Not simply to be sought but created,
Via means personal and miraculous,
Through more than possible alone;
More than creation from only within –
Not just given but allowed in as well,
Born both of intention and request,
Granted as journey and destination;
Nothing but children can encompass.
The innate art in all that is organic,
Exists as fact as well as fulfillment,
Internal naïveté becomes a choice;
With childlike wonder thus achieved –
The need to be and have a child met,
So an inherent wisdom is imparted,
For beauty infuses all said and seen;
Thus self-doubt may stand idly by.
All hesitance is ever more in check,
Seeking truth rather than reasons,
Knowing order exists despite chaos;
Choosing inspiration over defeat –
All is perceived with a loving heart,
Becoming more complete every day,
Fostering creations formed and found;
Artistry that goes beyond the page.
She’s described me as her alter-ego and she’s my inner compass; we’ve never had it easy but we’ve always had each other. Her love is not only unconditional but unwavering, and her acceptance is as complete as it is encouraging. With bravery summoned in shared nooks, and hope conjured from their many books, it was the two of us “against the world” and we’re still at it – finding our truest selves together. Persistent artist; consistent friend; insistent creative; her inherent appreciation of artistry in all its forms keeps me inspired and forever young:
“It takes time to grow young.”
— Pablo Picasso
“She finds happiness in whatever happiness I meet, she understands what I understand and why I understand it, she prays for me even when I pray for no one but myself, she sees all the beauty I tell her I see and delights in it through my eyes. That is my mother. She would give me the whole world if she could gather it in her arms. That is why she will never have the whole world in her arms; that is why she will always have the whole of my love.” — Philippos Aristotelous
No one adds up exactly like me:
Everything that is me is authentic because I alone choose it; What I say, do, think, & feel at a given moment is authentic & represents where I am at that moment in time.
image quote created by the art on tumblr
“The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.” — Lawrence Ferlinghetti
image quote from my poetry board, poetry2ponder, on Pinterest
From Pooh Corner to poetry
With courage and coffee
Thru Art for art’s sake
She inspirited me
From Upstart Crow to unity
With trust and tea parties
Thru Truth for my sake
She inscribed her love
From Camp Nelson to chaos
With freedom and fantasy
Thru Faith for our sake
She inspires me still
I’m the happy result of an unlikely event, a planned teenage pregnancy. Unhappy with her life, my mum made a bold change; she married at 16 and had me a year later. Momma hadn’t found a better life but she had realized her dream of becoming a mother and her brave pursuit of something more gave us each other, and San Francisco. From that nontraditional beginning, through impromptu poetry readings to her own artistic endeavors, she raised me first and foremost to be creative. That gift is as important to me as her unconditional love and unwavering belief in me. Creativity as an end, not just a means, has enabled me to see possibilities beyond my limitations as a spoonie. Momma not only taught me to dream but to dream creatively.
Our mums bring us into being, may guide us as we grow, support us if we’re lucky, and befriend us if we’re ridiculously lucky. I’ve been ludicrously lucky but, then again, I started life as a dream come true – what a legacy!? Momma wonderfully captures our creative journey in her response to this poem, “We’ve both been through all kinds of chaos since Camp Nelson (playing at the creek!), Winnie the Pooh curtains, & huggable Eeyores – not to mention coffee & books at the Upstart Crow – but what we found there has brought us through the tough times, lit up our memories of the good times, & added the magic!!” She’s described me as her alter-ego and she’s my inner compass; my mum and I are more than compatible, we’re complementary.
White Bird Flying is a painting by my mum, Phyllis Dorey-Thiessen
Grandma & I; RIP, Peg Dorey
always too soon, even when right
time runs out despite our best denial
amidst feeling cheated, reason unable to reign
made incomplete by loss yet more complete for knowing her
“We should all have one person who knows how to bless us despite the evidence, Grandmother was that person to me.” — Phyllis Theroux
this poem, written as I dealt with the loss overnight, was used beautifully by my Hunny; “Blessed”