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We Remember Them

In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter
We remember them.
In the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of lsummer,
We remember them.
In the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.

Text by Rabbis Sylvan Kamens and Jack Riemer from Gates of Prayer, R.B. Gittelsohn

A gift...

Feb. 14th, 2017 05:47 pm
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i know you
not your body
far away and stranger
but your soul of kindness
injuries never mistaken
for weakness
bend, my lady,
but you will never break

By Marci B

... She said she writes "crappy love poems" for Valentine's day for whoever asks for them.

This is... The opposite of crap.
This is the kind of thing I want to do up in calligraphy and hang on my wall to see every morning when I wake up.
labelleizzy: (bunny writer)
it didn't feel like being crabs in a bucket
too lonely an experience for a plural metaphor.

though definitely there was a dragging down experience:
  • anything exceptional
  • anything experimental
  • anything that broke the status quo

I expected we'd be raising each other up
not pulling someone back to toe the line
I expected us all to reach for the stars
not speak only when spoken to

I didn't realize my teaching internship
landed me in a diploma-mill
churning out inferior product
with very few value-add options

Should I have known better?
I didn't.
I have always been too trusting.

I was sent into the trenches
to build bridges with cardboard
and I was guilty when the bridges failed.

when I asked for lumber they said
"There's no budget for that
You'll have to find that yourself."
And some of them smirked.

I was a hero
but I couldn't see it
all I could see was
muddy trenches and disrespect
for miles in every direction

and when I was discharged
grateful and ashamed
I took my papers and went away
glad and sorrowful
that I was too soft for these wars.

I tend my garden on this faraway hillside
watch the struggle from a distance
climb the cliffs seeking perspective -
and maybe some new way to stop the war.

(this is my entry for this week's [ profile] therealljidol.)
labelleizzy: (bunny writer)
Just now in my garden (that isn't a garden -
It's more like a dead patch of dirt than a garden!)
There's men cutting trees, stripping sod from my garden
There's men moving rocks, digging holes in my garden.

My backyard was green and quiet,
Full of light and birds and green things,
Overgrown and sweet and shady,
Blessed refuge for my spirit.

Knowing what is yet to come
Still my feelings drag and droop
Missing what had been before
nothing yet has been replaced...

But then in my garden (so soon in my garden!)
New pond and stone birdbath enlivens my garden,
Bright birds and orange koi making homes in my garden,
My sweet spouse and me drinking tea in our garden.


This was my garden last week,
And this is my garden right now.

please find my colleagues' work on this theme HERE and when a link to voting has been created in the evening of Sept. 30, it will be HERE. =)
labelleizzy: (bunny writer)
Smoky candle wick
Relit by match through the smoke
Magical science!
Silver sooty snuffer burns;
Pain and blisters as I learn.

Around the campfire
Dreaming, mesmerized by flames:
Red, gold, blue, orange.
Flash! Roar! Swoosh! Whiskey on coals!
“You guys actually DRINK that?”

Many fires go out.
Dad dies. Grief drags us all down.
Under the rain and fog
Slog through the mud seeking joy
In Library, Students, Books.

Candleflame, cauldron.
Friends in darkness, points of light
Sometimes belonging
Ritual, dance, myself, words...
The sun comes out, the rain stops.

A phoenix, reborn:
Passion flames as strength returns.
Tattoo needles burn,
Fighter’s heart burns fear for fuel
Crucible of warriors.

This is my Week 15 entry for [ profile] therealljidol. This week's prompt was "A terrible beauty has been born."
The link to the poll is HERE if you would be willing to vote for me, thank you.
Please follow the elegant and finely-crafted link HERE to read the excellent work of my colleagues in this endeavor.


May. 4th, 2014 03:08 pm
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He said,
"Will you?"
She said,
"Yes, and...
I want THIS too!"
He said,
She said,
And then
"Move your elbow a little bit, hon...!"
"How should I move it? Perhaps like... This?"
She answered with a kiss.

This has been my week 9 entry for therealljidol, and the prompt was "Yes, and...".

Voting for Tribe 1 is HERE. If you liked this entry, please vote and help me to write another week!

I encourage everyone to enjoy the entries that my writing colleagues have also posted, available (HERE).
labelleizzy: (poly)
I would dance you a love letter
...but my steps are no longer sure.

I would sing you a love letter but voice is hoarse with winter coughing...

and I could paint you a love letter
...once my skills are up to the task,

or I could play you a love letter, although
my fingers don't yet find the notes.

Instead, I shall tell you the truth.

For the truth is that you are beautiful
and kind
and worthy of love;

that the crocuses and snowdrops about to break the surface of the earth
are already seeking to love you;

that the sun is best pleased at the sight of you,

and the moon, sailing by, contemplates your visage with as much wonder as you contemplate hers.

Trees dig their roots in for you.
Daffodils blossom, and crows and foxes sing for you.
Even the dewdrops sparkle for you...

You are eminently lovable, and you are deeply loved.

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PAIN is a blacksmith,
Hard is his hammer;
With flying flames
His hearth is hot ;
A straining storm
Of forces ferocious
Blows his bellows.
He hammers hearts
And tinkers them,
With blows tremendous,
Till hard they hold.
Well, well forges Pain.
No storm destroys,
No frost consumes,
No rust corrodes,
What Pain has forged.


Jun. 29th, 2009 07:00 am
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Early Morning wake up call I hear,
The homework's done, I've nothing to fear,
Except being late, now for breakfast and tea,
Then out the door for me!


Feb. 20th, 2009 02:24 pm
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Schiller, quoted in my current Waldorf textbook, Philosophy of Freedom:

"Truth seek we both -- Thou in the life without thee and around;
I in the heart within. By both can Truth alike be found.
The healthy eye can through the world the great Creator track;
The healthy heart is but the glass which gives Creation back."

translation by E. Bulwer Lytton.


Feb. 10th, 2009 12:39 pm
labelleizzy: (persephone)
Perhaps I shall return someday
Once more to stand before this
Valley of the Winds

And the
Guardian of the Night
will fill my Cup and bid me drink, once again
of stygian nights in half remembered dreams
Sacred Barren Ground.

But my heart will still remember those
Ageless Hymns of old.
Which stirred my soul with their
Deeper Truths
and made my spirit bold.

For my task is not to seek some
Higher Ground,
nor make the darkness bright.

It is to walk with Faith amidst the gloom
Undaunted, Unafraid & Undiminished
by the darkness
of the

raleigh michael smith - 2000

Via the World Prayer Wheel


Jan. 20th, 2009 08:53 am
labelleizzy: (obama)
Wow. Just wow.

I want a copy of the inaugural poem and I want a copy of Barack's speech and I want a copy of the blessing, even. I am happy.

I'm across the street at my neighbors' house, where they held an inauguration party in their aMAzing kitchen/living room, with the ginormous tv and view of the lovely backyard; so many happy liberal democrats in the same room, and an amazing breakfast spread... Had to turn down a glass of what was probably some awesome champagne, glad I brought my own teacup over...

I am so happy to hear Keith Olberman and Rachel Maddows (sp) even Chris Matthews, swapping history geek stories about past presidencies... watching the crowd scenes and the incredible multiculturalism everywhere and the enthusiasm and the optimism and hope... Barack being strong and upright and noble and positive and photogenic... (lol) and I am so pleased at being able to breathe deeply, and smile for real, and to hope. to HOPE.

This will not be an easy road. This will not happen overnight. But it certainly sounds like the philosophical style is more about doing, about self-sufficiency, about being fair and transparent (I love this concept, especially if we can successfully implement it into the government...)

~~I'm going to go looking for a copy of the SF Chronicle and for a copy of the Contra Costa Times as well, and read them cover to cover... (or something... LOL)

~~My neighbors Joan and Mike are awesome. I hope to get a chance to know them better in the upcoming, if they stay living across the street (their house is for sale)...

~~GW's plane just took off. Wow, people cheering in the background...

I never thought talking about economic policy was interesting, but I grok it much better now than I ever did, and I have more of an investment in understanding it also... homeowners and mortgages and foreclosures (and how to help people avoid them), and how to "goose the economy" ... and a story from Al Roker about being on a bus full of high school band kids, who cheered when Obama took the oath of office... and speculating on how it might feel to BE Obama, looking out on Washington at all those people cheering for him...

the atmosphere of engagement and interest and investment, the appeal to young people, th wanting to work together... "this is a Moment" says Al Roker, "that I haven't seen since I was a kid, and Kennedy was inaugurated..."

Hope. HOPE. Wow.
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Wake in early morn,
Christmas tasks I have to do.
But first, drink my Tea.

Happy Day to those who do not celebrate,
Blessed morn to those who do.

labelleizzy: (sleepy)
in bed before ten
tired husband snores gently
does that mean I'm OLD?
labelleizzy: (change the world)
Paradigm Shift.

If I cease to be what I was,
What am I NOW?

What do I Want To Be?

If I open the Gates of Possibility, do I walk through them?
Or does the Flood emerge, engulf me and destroy all I once thought I knew?

I have gnawed off a bite too large to consume;
Ere I choke I must spit it out. Perhaps anon I could try eating the elephant, though in smaller bites.

Promises, contracts, shares and stakeholders.
And if options are beautiful, as some have said, then I have beauty before me...

but this kind of beauty is just short of terrifying.

Here yawns the Abyss.
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because it won't leave my head:

when hungry or tired
I.Q points drop faster than
cherry blooms in spring

... good dinner tonight at A & Noi's. We likee them. they likee us. Food is great and company of husband even better.

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A favorite poem of mine since age 11. )

I used to agree with what Ogden Nash said in this poem.
Used to feel certain that I was alone in my life, that I was a freak and destined for the solitary life, that I'd never have a boyfriend, never fall in love, never know connection or the cessation of loneliness.

>*introspective navel-gazing ensues* )


Jul. 9th, 2003 12:01 am
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Isn't it amazing how one word, one concept, can change the way you see the world?
Sometimes, forever.

Sometimes the word is FEAR.
or PAIN.

But sometimes the word is JOY.
or LOVE.

I love the whole world, right now.

I am the Ace of Cups, filled to overflowing.
labelleizzy: (nanowrimo)
...sometimes I think I am a freak for taking pleasure in things no one else talks about.
... sometimes i think i am a child for taking pleasure in things that are "too simple."

* beautiful blue skies and crisp fresh air
* a dandelion in flower, growing up thru the sidewalk cracks...
* clean ears after a shower or bath (yay Q-tips!)
* eating really good food when I'm really hungry
* being busy or engrossed in something really cool to the extent that I forget to eat....
* swimming, jacuzzi, floating, feeling my hair spread out in the water...
* dancing along in my house with a favorite radio song, and feeling that I somehow have "nailed it" - I dunno, moving just with the rhythm, using muscles I don't usually use...
* a much needed haircut - great satisfaction in this
* saying something that makes a friend grin, who I don't see often enough to really KNOW what makes them grin...
* completion of a small but necessary task
* cuddles & great conversation
* laughing till my ribs hurt or I'm gasping for breath
* making someone else laugh uncontrollably
* a wicked, flirty smile (mine or someone else's)
* being "in the zone" while freeway driving - utterly aware of other drivers' patterns, and even anticipating trouble... (thank you, Hermes!)
* good hair days (ok, sometimes I'm a little shallow)
* sunlight shading green through late-afternoon sun-dappled branches...
* a long, close hug where you trust the person enough to lay your head on their chest, or on top of their head, and leave it there for awhile...

... and there's so much more!
But, I have a date with a friend for a tutorial on MS Office Suite, and I'm gonna go do that thing.

Ok, on the job front, have applied to 2 jobs at UCDavis, have to review the other 5 for due-dates and requirements, and have to mail hard copy of the second UCDavis app with my resume, today.

Thanks to everyone who has been offering support and commentary. It makes me feel not-so-alone in the jobhunting challenge.


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