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Let life be a deep let-go.

By on Apr 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

“Don’t try to force anything. Let life be a deep let-go. See God opening millions of flowers everyday without forcing the buds.” – Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

Lovelight

By on Apr 2, 2017 in books and publishing, poetry

My new book Lovelight is now available on Amazon.   The ebook version is up now and it’s about the price of a grande decaf Latte Macchiato with almond milk (my new favorite drink) – so think of it like buying a cup of coffee and hanging out with me. The print version will be available shortly. Reviews really make or break the success of a book like this. If you purchase this book please also take the time to kindly leave me a review on Amazon. Love, Lisa

Gluten Free Weather Report

By on Mar 1, 2017 in Uncategorized

It’s March! I’m very tired of it being cold (I know, boo-hoo, stop complaining, I live in Southern California.) But it’s true. Am eating gluten-free, sugar free, dairy free (at about 90% on the first two and 70% on the last.) Perhaps this is making me grouchy about the weather. I’m also addictively watching The British Baking Show which is incredibly ironic of me, given that it’s basically a show that’s a contest to see who’s the master gluten and sugar manipulator.  Slightly torturous from the eating point of view but I really do love watching cooking shows. The weather here has been very interesting these last couple of months. There were a couple of spurts of what felt around here like excessive rain. You could see everyone clench up like we were entering some kind of something that is much bigger than…rain. And I brought this up to...

The New Year

By on Jan 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

I’ve really been enjoying the energy of a new year. I’m getting ready to put out another book of poems, which I’m very excited about. More on that in the coming days. In the meantime, here’s a lovely sunset from the other day. The wind was blowing SO hard and it was SO cold – which I bet you can’t tell from the...

Fragments

By on Mar 27, 2016 in Poems

Fragments   He says that the universe is very wide, very large, as large as Lake Michigan on a rainy day and he wishes his hands were large enough to hold it while he watches opera in an Italian suit and a maroon and beige tie. He wishes that his eyes were large enough to take in the smell of violets but will settle for the taste of small white candies with the flavor of them written in Roman letters and carried in a tin in his not so very large pocket. He wishes that his ears were large enough to take in the sound of a hundred white Russian winters, that his wallet was also large enough to hold enough money to buy a house there and that his memory were deep enough to hold every moment that he has had in a glass with rounded edges hand blown in Italy because when he dies he knows he will move towards the light and nothing else and that the universe is very large thought his eyes...

Ghost Fern

By on Mar 27, 2016 in poetry

I took this picture in a shady forest in Oregon. I call it a ghost fern because that’s what it looks like to me. I don’t know what it’s actual name is. Most of the poems that I’ve posted here so far were written by me within the last 5-8 years. None were written in 2014 or 2015 because I don’t think I wrote any poems in those years! Too much moving, too much change, confusion, turmoil, and not the kind poetry can help unravel. My friend C has been moving and I was at the old house briefly helping just a little bit. They also moved last year, a major move, but what they did that time was, for the most part, just transport things from one house to the next. This time she is trying to purge and lighten the load. It’s both painstaking and freeing, even just to watch. I’ve known C and her family for many, many, many years. I knew her when I was much...

The Beauty of Getting There

By on Feb 25, 2016 in art, collage, recovery

    I was going through my old blog and came across some photos of my art in progress. Like this one. Which I remember got made into something I think I sold to a woman who helped me with my banking, right before I moved out of Santa Fe. There were a lot of photos of wonderful foods that friends had gathered from their gardens and arranged colorfully on various tables. There were pictures of children and babies. Also, I used to travel (as in going somewhere, looking for something) a lot and it’s not the travel that was so unusual but what I noticed – and someone recently remarked on this to me as well – was that I was always looking for beauty, and my work, at its essence was concerned with beauty, noticing it, capturing it, bringing it, offering it. I’ve been on a long break from making art steadily and more so from pushing it out into the world while...

The Heart as a Flower

By on Dec 14, 2015 in callings, Flow

I’m at the ocean a lot, so it’s true, I have many, many pictures of the ocean. Maybe it’s because I lived so far from it for so many years that I never tire of it and could keep posting pictures of it and I don’t know about all of you, but I would never be bored. When I lived in Santa Fe winter would come too soon and it was already a quiet life but it would get tortuously quiet. During the day I would hike on my favorite trail that wound its way through the woods and along the stream that was iced over. It got dark so early and it was so cold. In the last place I lived I would spend maybe $350 a month on heat but it never got warm. I would get in bed just after sundown because I ached so much with the cold. And the quiet I’m talking about is the quiet of having everything slow down so much to the point where there literally is little distraction and all...

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