Masterpiece (poem)

Masterpiece

You may not think it 

But you are 

A work of art 

That is so unique

All your bits

That make you up 

You are a masterpiece 

Of questions comments 

Disregard

Of love and follow through

All the pigments 

Thrown on top 

The canvas that is you

You’re all the colours 

All at once 

make finger paintings 

Grey

And then sometimes 

You lighten up 

Coaxing dark away

Your full of all the pieces

Like a couloured 

Oil on canvass 

Great in your expanse

With all your

Chances handed

You are the stormy 

Clouded seas

The brightest of sky blue

Fall Into the greatest heart

The portrait that 

Is you

Don’t be fooled

By lack of trust

The doubt within the soul

The holding on

The surrender

Then the letting go

You are all the yellows

All the reds

The purples and the pinks

All the hues sewn together 

Lest your heart

It sinks

Knowing that you are 

The Maker....

Of all things that are new

Made up of all that is

This masterpiece is You

Practice and Perfection (poem)

Practice and Perfection

Not all practice

Makes perfection

Simply right away

It’s an art

Of sticking to it

Almost every day

The habit of

Making things

The mind goes very deep

No matter if

It’s good or bad

The knowledge of it seeps

Way deep down

Into your brain

Patterns that it makes

Weaving in and

Out of things

Broad spaces it takes

To keep you Moving

Towards your plan

The more mistakes the better

The more you fail

The more you learn

Each time that you unfetter

And that’s what practice

Is you see

It’s not about perfection

It’s doing things

So many times

That it becomes reflection

A mirror image

Of you my dear

All your patient aims

When even if

You don’t succeed

You play to try again

And in your trying

You might see

Your diligence shine through

Because your practice

Becomes perfection

Because

It

Came

From

You

The posts are coming in hot this week.....jeeze....

I wrote this poem because I have been thinking a lot about

Showing up

Imperfectly

And what that means to put the practice in.

As I’m coming up to the crossroads of some major decisions about the launch of the album

I find my self in a loop of

Should and shouldn’t

It’s a live album, ya know?

And my voice wavers in parts

And I play a few wrong notes

And and and.....pick pick pick

But then

I stopped

And finally realized

*If True*

•So What•

This is all a practice

And the more I create

The better this craft is going to get

And it takes a whole lot of work

And a whole lot of just sitting down and doing it.

And a whole lot of courage to make the thing

and put it out.....

To keep going to create again....

And doing it in such a way that it keeps you interested and loving it.

I’m so grateful for the process of

Practice

Failing

Creating

And being so darn

Handsomely imperfect

Sitting in this spot feels good

I can get used to the rolling ways it makes me feel.

Cause it makes me feel

Alive

And well

And sometimes even electric

So

If you are wanting to create something

My advise to you is to just do it

Make it

It’s ok if it’s not perfect

We aren’t here to be perfect

We are here to practice

Big Love

Resisting (Blog)

This is the face of a gal who just spent a few hours reading over the words in her old journals....the very words she wrote as she travelled through the last 9 years of her life. Caught in a serious web of reflection of what was.......and how it moulded, and sculpted her......and made her bend, and bend, and bend.

Gloriously Grooming her into a shape She could hardly recognize....

There were times of strength and happiness, joy and deep warrior like resistance.......

and then also........so much silence....in a world of music, love, community, and opinion.....emotion, sensitivity....in a world full of happiness and utter elation you thought you could crack and bust right open....

there was.....in fact.....deafening silence.....lonely silence....heart pounding silence......the kind that makes you think of existence and how life is way too short....how fragile it all is....The kind where you could hear your own heart beating in your chest and in your ears if you listened and lay on the pillow just right...The kind of silence that keeps you up at night even when the t.v’s blaring in the other room....and other people are wandering about.

it reminds me that as we travel on our roads through the world....you never know what is happening behind the closed doors of strangers on the street and those we hold dear.....you never know what’s happening in the silence....

you never know that people could be trying their hardest to fundamentally change their best friends and lovers into forms that suit them so much better. To wear them in like an old suit coat or a favourite pair of shoes. Years and years of slow wear will eventually make anything feel comfortable....as long as you have patience, persistence....and subtle knowhow.....you can break in anything

But when you resist....when you refuse to bend....the loneliness starts to feel like a welcome friend....a friend that no one else even knew existed....because you are incredible at keeping it hidden.....then.......finally.......again......

silence....

Not the scary kind though....the real kind of silence that is as big and warm as a mothers hug....and says to you with a sweet whisper in your ear.....”you knew all along dear one, you are safe and loved beyond all measure....now you can be who you always knew you were....she’s been in there all along....spending way too much time...........resisting”