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September 3, 2008
This Woman walks Wisdom....
Her soul is forever Creation in Form.
Her Medicine.....is to make you Laugh
beyond your capacity of knowing how
deep you can laugh.
Her poetry speaks an ancient tongue.
Her Heart Longs for , a Beloved,
that will assist her in her highest interdependent form.
At this point....No f**king around.
Dare to be straight up and honest, truthful and wise,
Dare to ride her current of creativity as she speaks
in your ear poetically. You are her Muse! And she is yours.
This Woman is JOY!
Cristie is BEAUTY!
A sister and friend to many men and woman walking this Earth!
She has sprinkled her Magick on all our paths!
She is a Native Mirror, and reflects back your own Beauty!
It's gonna take a special Man to Catch this Fish!
June 25, 2007
this girl is wisdom and beauty. she is grace and magic. she moves with a pulse that crumbles mountains and overflows oceans. she walks with her heart ten feet in front of her and stands stronger than the most enduring of castle walls. she is light and love. she is exultation and exhilaration. she holds an outstanding place in my heart, as i'm sure she does in yours, too...
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"You were standing in the doorway with your crooked smile as big and wild as the morning light. I was spellbound--lost all memory of who I'd been before that moment. You were as shockingly real as the perfect giant spider web stretched across my front porch when I left my house today. Did I hallucinate what you said as you murmured into your cell phone? Or did you really say, "I'm looking for someone who'll teach me how to live forever as we make love with exploding hearts"? That was too sweet and fierce to bear. So here's my loving complaint, which is also my bragging promise: I adore you with such painful lucidity that I think I could learn how to find you in every bird's cry, every cloud's flow, every changing face."
My care for you is without measure,
Without boundary.
Its borders insufficient to contain that which is my Truth
And My truth is loving you
Simply
Surely
Without wavering or
Indecision
Without question
Or doubt
All I can do Is weep with the recognition.
I am whole, was never less than
Nor you
This, you-me beautiful.
Lonliness is a thing of yesterdays.
Connection,
My life preserver, bringing me to the
Insides of Gods eyelids and I
Cannot remember a time I felt this, I
Cannot remember a time I felt this solid in knowing that
Splendid is the song I sing.
Delight is my dance.
Precious is the love we make.
We
Larger than one
Bigger than this
We.
The pendulum must swing
One extreme to the next
Keeping the clock ticking
And our lives we keep on living, and
We find our center point, we
find our way home, we
find our way home for some apple pie and ice cream.
Eventually.
I cannot live without loving.
Take my hand.
What do we make of this life?
The strife, the shame, the heartache. What of this?
Find your way through, she says with solidity.
Find your way through.
You know where you are.
Who you are is a dark and lovely language
Shamans shuddered you in -
in hushed and sacred murmers,
mirrors where the angels conceived
You
Are a warrior of Remarkabilty,
This is the time.
Don't give up.
Never give up.
"I think vulnerability is a highly under-rated ferocious skill
and one of few that ever move Anything toward getting Anywhere.
I think it takes more cojones than acting too cool for school
or playing games....."
- Flynn
There are many things I do not know, my dear,
like the sound of the abyss you find yourself in
these days, or how
these seconds have turned into years.
But I do know what cries a broken heart makes,
and I do know what songs
are my sutures.
I know that I live deeply in my bones,
and my skin a home I inhabit from the inside out.
I know that I crave the touch of God's sweet cheek, but when I
fall to my knees with my face in my OWN hands, I
find it.
And simply
Simply,
all I have to give on this walk, this parade of prayertitude
is this
everbeating
forever feeling
open
heart.
This moment.
Feeling into you
I see truth,
Conceived.
Grace and gratitude
Grace and gratitude
Yes, grace and gratitude
birth YOU into existence with
Razor clarity.
The piercing ocean of your eyes sees into me,
Through me,
Around me
Lifting me.
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Beloved.
One.
*
I
A cynosure of your love
a tideline sending
Ripples of delight
Concentrically seeking you
like sonar to solid ground
maps The Way.
*
This,
A new beginning to an old story.
A fresh bite in my reality.
Wipe those tears from your joy stained face and
dance with me,
My love.
We
Stumbling over and into
ecstacy,
trying to find
ourselves amidst the
fallout of years
of living blindly, stuttering
our deepest truths into the deaf corners of our darkest rooms.
The habits of our fears,
sealing
our own tomb.
*
When
in fact,
its the womb, the
womb that finally pushes us forth. A labor of life,
this love we know as our own
child.
*
We once again play in the fields of
our own deep knowing -
our
ancient river beds filled,
with the fossils of lifetimes of
doing this before.
*
And I
still wonder why I
stumble?
*
And I
still marvel at the wonder
each breath
brings.
*
And I
still am enchanted by the nature of
loving.
*
Simply astonished, wiping clean
the reflection of you
seeing into me.
Looking for a sublet in Marin until the end of April or May. I am saving money for a move to Portland... so, the rent needs to be low... did i mention low?; Like $500 or under - Im being careful about not biting off more than I care to, ahem, chew; However, I will keep your space sweet and smellin' pretty. Im a virgo - super clean, neat and conscious about my living spaces.
or.. hey!
need a house sitter for a few weeks or a few months? I house sat all over the Bay Area and Maui for ...
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Wed, January 7, 2009 - 9:49 PM
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I return from this year's burn a patchwork quilt of loving fiercely.
Dusty and seeing clearly
Rearranged and slightly deranged
A phoenix rising from the force of sacred alchemy.
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This year's burn was different. Very different.
It was JUST a week in an alkaline wasteland, heaped with shiny prettys, does it have to be so.. so… significant?
Yes, and no.
And it is, and it isn't.
Its both ludicrous AND significant.
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Truth is, last week was 10 years of love and loss, learning and ...
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Tue, September 9, 2008 - 5:50 PM
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The seconds fold into each other and suddenly build a house called "My Days". Lately my heart seems to steel and soften as frequently as it beats time, a metronome of expansion and contraction. The tides of living a life.
I see the sun, I feel its warmth, sweat leaks out of my skin like a pitcher of ice water at a summer picnic. I have staring contests with myself. Simple things I take solace in. I feel safe within a world of little words, houses built of sensation.
In the eveni...
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Mon, August 4, 2008 - 5:39 PM
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Hey! And so.. I have been sittin' on the fence about going to Burning Man this year with moving and saving some dough and what have yous and what nots. And, so what I thought is, it's time I jump to the other side of that fence and committ dammit. Yes, commit to going and finding a cheap ass ticket. Do you have one? As you can see by this new photo of me (on the fence just outside my fraternity... Gotta Getta Offa Epsalon Beta Gamma) I have been working on my 24 pack abs this winter (It...
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Wed, July 23, 2008 - 9:42 AM
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Well, some people DO hide and others SEEK.
Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the Pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who wont talk to rednecks, or if theyr're rednecks wont talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afra...
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Tue, February 5, 2008 - 7:20 PM
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about me
Resistance is a beautiful teacher. Learning.. always. I am fire-y, I laugh at all my jokes, I fall in love easily - but I love big. mmm. Sometimes I am a warrior. Sometimes I am tough. Sometimes soft (alot).. And sometimes I am brilliant beyond belief. yeah. What a difference a day makes.
Show me what's real... tell me your truth. I line up behind that. This is how we really love each other: building our capacity to hold what is true, what is real - without judgement or shame.
I like to take myself out on dates... often. I'm good company. I request the best table, and have them light the candle. I write love poems and mythical stories on those dates. I am a hopeless lover of love really. Dont tell anyone. I read novels in bars too.. on busy Friday nights. Looking like a dork is good for the soul.
We have the power to affect others just by how we walk into a room, to what depth we look into another's eyes. These things change people, affect their soul, can re-arrange their DNA. I am a yes to magnificence.
It takes a village... of mirrors.
And sometimes the universe asks us to be unreasonable...throw reason right out the window... yeah, sometimes I'm unreasonable because i believe in big magic, in spite of myself or falling on my face at times. Again and again, unreasonable in love, unreasonable in vision, unreasonable. Hopeless? nah.
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