On a journey far from home
This was home some years ago
Friends appear and fade and grow
Heart to heart and soul to soul
Author Archives: Christina
The Day’s Thoughts (71/365)
Hope and love or hot rod?
LSD and Woodstock
Laissez-faire or state-run
Please, can I have some?
When you die, why would you
Think you’re coming back here?
Speed of light, speed of soul
Other Earths to choose from
Decorate these plain old shells
Paint and plump and groom them
Get a tattoo, piercing, brand
Powder, shine, and tune them
Love and mercy, trust and faith
Things that don’t come easy
Remind yourself every day
Of who you want to be
On Key (70/365)
It’s freaky when you tune your mind
To the frequency of the Milky Way
All the lyrics sound the same
No matter what the station
All the books read alike
No matter who the author
Every shared revelation
Makes perfect, boring sense
It gets so easy to tell
When someone is out of tune
All you hear is the dissonance
The words no longer matter
The challenge then is twofold:
To believe in their future
And to hear your own dischord
The Process (69/365)
There’s no such thing as perfect love
In relationships down on earth
Our bodies, our minds, our experiences
Make loving the hardest pursuit
Fear is so easy
Distrust a snap
Anger & pettiness common
Who ever wanted the easiest life?
Fanned and fed grapes on a sofa
All of us bred to adapt and survive
Without a challenge we stir
Give us this day just our daily bread
Forgive those who trespass against us
For love conquers all and foes see the light
When we trust in the process that birthed us
The Way Home (68/365)
We were given these amazing
Bodies to test drive
Living machines
We’ve altered, we’ve crashed
We’ve abused and indulged
We’ve jumped the fishbowl
And gone to the moon
But when you turn off the lights
And dive deep within
Life becomes dark
Society chases its tail
And we all fall down dizzy
In this industrial pot
Of colors and creeds
We listen and learn
But the quest for truth
Is a puzzle with no box
So we each hold our lights
No matter how bright
And shine without blinding
As we walk through life.
The Lovers’ Temple (67/365)
You’ve come to my temple
With humility and faith
Your lips
A mantra against my skin
My sighs
A praise unto eternity
Baptized in my waters
We ly with the stars
Just as electric
Just as temporal
It’s Official
It is with a bittersweet taste in my mouth that I enrolled in my employer’s health care plan yesterday, for which I become eligible in October. As I was signing the papers, I felt how lucky I was to not have to pay extravagant costs for reasonable health care anymore.
However, I was reminded of a comment by Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, who entertained the idea of not getting married until everyone who wants to be married has that opportunity in our country. I didn’t want my acceptance of health care to be a sign of my compliance with a very, very broken system.
Having not had access to affordable health care for the past 3 years, I understand what it is like to be uninsured, and to live with the uncertainty of knowing that a single incident of bad health could financially wipe out everything I had worked hard for: namely, my business, and my freedom.
As a society, we have got to begin subsidizing things that actually make us healthier. Instead of corn and soybeans, let’s subsidize preventative testing, vitamins and supplements, and memberships to fitness facilities and yoga classes. We have invested in sickness for too long, but it will take more than insurance company reform or a “public plan option” to change direction.
Calm after the Storm (66/365)
We all have the potential
To do good or to do evil
Certain things make it hard
To do good
Maybe you weren’t raised right
Maybe you got a chemical flaw
Maybe you had some bad breaks
Would it kill you to try?
It feels like it could sometimes
When your rage blooms deep within
It’s gotta go somewhere
You know you should take ten
But the release feels so good
Like snot from your nose
But the virus spreads
Rhyme Time (65/365)
Silver spoon
Spoon-fed
Missing you
Grateful dead
Live a little
Buy a lot
Build a house
High five
Good intentions
Big rush
Maze of smoke
Feel the buzz
Crush a chip
Handstand
Mistletoe
Grandstand
Filthy rat
Escape to peace
Live there
Get a lease
Make it work
Find a way
Big love
Paper plate
Outside Lands (64/365)
We all need those good vibes
Thick beats, waving melodies
Fresh moist air
Crispy juicy melt in your mouth
Warm chocolate syrup in a sippy cup
Room to dance
Room to make
Sweet hot love
Someone you love to hate
Someone who takes your shit
Someone who calls you out
Someone who loves and loves
The music weaves us together
In one colorful tapestry
If only for a song
We forget what we hate
And remember what we love
We let our hearts out to fly
And lock them away with the last note
Our brains all work the same
Our hearts all feel the tug of real love truth
When will we rise above our past?
Rise above our chemistry?
Can we all hike the mountain to that beautiful plateau
Right now
Carry the feeble on our shoulders,
And rest where the sun sets on our insecurities
And the moon rises to greet each and all
Effortlessly reflecting the sun’s perfect majesty
Despite being small
Despite being lonely
Its craters and imperfections we call beautiful
Because it shines on with such ease
Shine on us and let us shine
Let’s go there always and forever