Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down. Oprah Winfrey
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Tag: Elizabeth Weaver
poetry, writing, novel, yoga, restorative yoga, improv, near death, asthma, hope, social imbalance
Dog Gone
Such a sweet noble dog…ever missed…always loved.
Influenced
Elizabeth drew “Heart Palm” the day before, she saw Toni Littlejohn’s art and drew “Influenced.”
Zen & the Art of Crows
Elizabeth photographed the living crows that became the subject of this drawing. She started the drawing with the pastel background then used charcoal to draw the crows after which, she erased the Buddhas.
Sylvia Gonzalez‘s art inspired this piece.
Well
WELL
It starts with the heart's pulse
womb's embrace
nourishment from other as if self
before we're spit into this slip slap of blue
deafening white
indifferent ground that shatters bone
if we fall too long
too hard
yet sometimes hands, like whispers,
rustle through loss's deep well
to retrieve silken strands
rewoven then into something like wings
that expand beyond the contraction of loss
and whisper through the dark
you are not alone.
Thank you to the editors of 5AM for first publishing this poem.
My 2012 in Pictures
The Losses:
My 84-year-old mom holding her 9-year-old self
and two weeks before she passed, my father-in-law also did along with his pocketful of index cards and pens so he’d never lose an important thought
The Blessings:
A week at the Squaw Valley Community of Writers
and the crescent shadows during the solar eclipse
The Joyous Victories:
The Discoveries:
and Rain Fingerhut’s voice
Peace to all of you throughout the New Year!
Elizabeth
Takes a Village
A few years ago my local grocery had a tree with cards for Christmas gift requests from people who were homeless or nearly so.
For many good reasons, I’ve struggled financially in my life but when I read the individual requests it shifted my perspective: winter gloves; a man’s razor for shaving; socks; barrettes or a hair tie for a girl; a scarf and hat.
I have or can easily buy these things. It doesn’t matter if they’re old, or from a thrift store, or unstylish. I can still use or buy them. I don’t need to hope that someone will read my request and give me a pair of socks.
These few examples shifted my perspective on my own financial situation. I no longer accept bag credit when I fill my cloth bags with produce, but instead ask that it’s donated because my “need” diminished to slightly more than zero that day.
Some of my favorite parts of the season are the lights, spending time with those I love, and going to the local toy store to buy toys (well, usually art supplies and a stuffed animal) and dropping them off at Toys for Tots to be distributed to children who get too little material support, children I’ll never recognize though I apply the care in choosing that I do for my loved ones.
When I was little I was inseparable from my stuffed grey squirrel…Grayee was my Linus blanket. We moved when I was five and Grayee disappeared. Sobbing, I begged my mom to call the police because “the moving men stole Grayee.”
It was many years before I could laugh at the idea that these grown men would have stolen my battered squirrel, but Grayee had been my comfort and companion. My hope is that Toys for Tots provide the comfort I got from Grayee…and that the toys received are never lost.
Bumblebees
“Oh, I love bumblebees. They’re the teddy bears of the insect world.”
(Nick Chase overheard a woman in Rockridge garden say the above, published in Public Eavesdropping, San Francisco Chronicle.)
Blackbird
I do not know which to prefer,
the beauty of inflections
or the beauty of innuendoes,
the blackbird whistling
or just after.
from “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” by Wallace Stevens
Thinking
You can’t solve a problem with the same level of thinking that created it.
Elizabeth Oakley Weaver 