"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

mended and free: a small stone

today, a discovery.
broken wings healed,
ready to unfold,
spread under the hot-bright glory of the sun.
to soar unburdened and free,
pieces made whole.


Thursday, February 21, 2013

small stone: trees-in-waiting


Spiny seedpod cracks open to the sun.
Little fluffs of white revealed,
ready to take flight on a breeze.
A nibble for a curious bird?
Or perhaps a tree-in-waiting,
looking for its soil.



Wednesday, February 20, 2013

small stone: no one alive that is you-er than you

There is always someone who will do it better:
Louder, brighter, softer, darker.
With more eloquence and depth.

The little voice within whispers, reminding:
Do not let it silence you...
Keep learning, keep growing. Keep creating.
The words will come, the music will come.

You will become.




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

breath of fire

The past few weeks have been a rush of ups, downs, passions, lethargy, moving forward only to move backwards... then forward again. Purpose, lack of purpose, purpose found once more. Frustrations, elation.

Sometimes I think I'm a little insane.

Then I think we're all a lot insane.

And then I realize it's just life.

Sometimes we're living in the past, sometimes we're living in the future, and every once in a while we find ourselves smack dab in the present, where we should be more often. But, then again, time is not linear, as much as we try to make it so. We all have a foot in some other time, some other place... whether we realize it, or not. We're all going to be a little stuck in the things that "were", dreaming of the things that "might be", and, hopefully, appreciating and being open to the things that "are".

More and more, I'm hearing the drum beat of my heart. Hearing the song of my soul. My love is for singing, dancing, writing. And I have to keep on keeping on with all of that if I'm going to live up to my purpose here on Earth. I trust that doors are going to open, that I will soar if I simply do what I love. Today, I release all attachments to outcome. Today, I trust my inner wisdom. Today, I open myself to life and all that it brings.

Today, I breathe in this quote, and let myself fly!

“I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes--everywhere. Until it's every breath I breathe. I'm going to go out like a fucking meteor!” ~Audre Lorde


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Saturday, February 16, 2013

breaking the chain

The title of this blog is "Shake It Loose". I started it with the intention of allowing myself to get real. To get down and dirty with my thoughts, my words, my feelings, my healing. To shake loose all the words that are trapped inside; to shake loose all the emotions and feelings. So, I would be remiss if I didn't allow myself to shake this very quiet part of me loose.

As my friends on Facebook know, I've been a posting fiend about the One Billion Rising cause. Like so many others, I have had it with the violence and the misogyny and all the other atrocities that women in our world undergo on a daily basis. I grabbed hold of this cause with both of my hands, my heart, my dancing body, and I let it fly like the wind. But here is why... the 'why' that only a few know. If I am going to ask others to break the silence, then I can only ask the same of myself. And here it is:

I get the message of One Billion Rising, because I am "one of the three".  I am the one to break the chain in my family. As a child, I was sexually abused by my brother... who was sexually abused by my birth mother (whom I haven't seen since the age of 7)... who was sexually abused by her father. And who knows if the chain goes even further back from there? It matters, but it doesn't. What matters, to me, is that it STOPS with me. And what also matters is that I do anything and everything possible to take a stand to help it end for even just one more woman.

My wish is that girls and women everywhere know their worth. Their beauty. Their depth. That they know respect, nurturing, safety, and support. That they know their body is theirs, and theirs alone. That they know equality, and love. That they know they have something wonderful to give the world, and that the world will give them something in kind. That they know they matterTheir voice matters; their heart matters.

Because, here's the deal:  I finally have an inkling that I matter. And while it's been a long, hard road to get here, every painful, tear-filled step has been worth it. And so I will keep singing, I will keep dancing, and I will keep rising. And I will be holding out my hand to all the other women in this world along the way...


I dance cause I love
Dance cause I dream
Dance cause I’ve had enough
Dance to stop the screams
Dance to break the rules
Dance to stop the pain
Dance to turn it upside down
Its time to break the chain, oh yeah
Break the Chain
Dance, rise
Dance, rise  
 
~One Billion Rising anthem, by Tena Clark 



small stone: Rise

My heart soars.
Women rising, men rising.
Calling for an end to the broken bodies, broken spirits, broken hearts
of women and girls, everywhere.
The drums beat. The voices chant: Break the silence. Break the chain.
My body joined in dance with thousands in my community,
in spirit with the rest of the world.
No care for color, size, political bent.
Simply united harmony, for this one moment.
For this one cause.
For women and girls everywhere to feel safe, supported, respected.
Rise, sisters and brothers, rise.


Tuesday, February 12, 2013

waiting for brilliance: a small stone

words bang into corners in my head
fingertips wait,
unable to make heads or tails
something is lost in the translation

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

random small stone

heart yearning
soul singing
ears listening
dreams calling...
the sweet silence of night reminds me
of who I am
who I will be
fears melt...
I become.


Monday, February 4, 2013

strike, dance, RISE



ONE IN THREE WOMEN ON THE PLANET WILL BE RAPED OR BEATEN IN HER LIFETIME.

ONE BILLION WOMEN VIOLATED IS AN ATROCITY

ONE BILLION WOMEN DANCING IS A REVOLUTION

On V-Day’s 15th Anniversary, 14 February 2013, we are inviting ONE BILLION women and those who love them to WALK OUT, DANCE, RISE UP, and DEMAND an end to this violence. ONE BILLION RISING will move the earth, activating women and men across every country. V-Day wants the world to see our collective strength, our numbers, our solidarity across borders.

What does ONE BILLION look like? On 14 February 2013, it will look like a REVOLUTION.




The Victims:
  • One in 4 women will experience domestic violence during her lifetime.
  • Women experience more than 4 million physical assaults and rapes because of their partners, and men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults.
  • Women are more likely to be killed by an intimate partner than men
  • Women ages 20 to 24 are at greatest risk of becoming victims of domestic violence.
  • Every year, 1 in 3 women who is a victim of homicide is murdered by her current or former partner.


The Families:
  • Every year, more than 3 million children witness domestic violence in their homes.
  • Children who live in homes where there is domestic violence also suffer abuse or neglect at high rates (30% to 60%).
  • A 2003 study found that children are more likely to intervene when they witness severe violence against a parent – which can place a child at great risk for injury or even death.


ONE BILLION RISING IS:

A global strike
An invitation to dance
A call to men and women to refuse to participate in the status quo until rape and rape culture ends
An act of solidarity, demonstrating to women the commonality of their struggles and their power in numbers
A refusal to accept violence against women and girls as a given
A new time and a new way of being 


JOIN AN EVENT NEAR YOU:



I will be rising up in Atlanta, GA on February 14th, at noon EST.  I refuse to watch as more than a billion women experience violence on the planet. It is time to end it:  for ourselves, our sisters, our mothers, our daughters. Enough.



Sunday, February 3, 2013

small stone sunday

Hiding behind a larger bloom,
a tiny bud thinks of opening...
but waits for another day.

Friday, February 1, 2013

a wing


I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

~Dawna Markova