Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all the men who father in creative ways. To my mentors, Dave Burnight, Bill Denneen, Charles Varni, Jay Chapel, Quinn Plante, and Richard Welch, thank you for giving me fatherly guidance when my path was confused. To my own father, thank you for your healing generosity. To my brother, Brian, I am so proud of how you love and nurture your girls. To my cousins, Linda’s children, you inspire me to be a better mother. To all who love and guide, bless you!

Helium Soul

A helium soul

Floated over the congested freeways today

Bobbing on the breezy radio waves

Of rock-n-roll

A myriad of voices on the wind

Inflated the azurean zeppelin

Until one breath

Exhaled in ecstasy

And cleared the road ahead

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dean with The Dalai Lama

Peace. A word. A concept. For a select few, like the Dalai Lama, a state of being. But for all too many children, it is sadly elusive. So many young people across the world deal with hunger, abuse, terror, and homelessness. But everyone can make a difference. And I suppose that’s why my friend and collaborator, Dean Bernal, and I worked so hard on creating peace curriculum which is now being shared world-wide.

Recently, he brought the Peace with the Environment program to the Tibetan’s in Exile School in Dharamsala, India. On June 7, 2017 for World Ocean’s Day he presented in His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s TCV school program to senior and junior students. Another second project on June 8th also for World Oceans connected school kids in Mali Africa with TVC school kids in Dharamsala India to talk about Dean & JoJo and protecting the oceans and planet. Environmental groups and individuals from around the world were truly inspired by His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s views, concerns, spiritual inspiration, and advice about the environment and all life.

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Mr. Dean Bernal was there as a special guest of the of the TCV school and addressed the existing and also new thoughts and ideas of Tibetan students as part of the Dalai Lama’s program. As an introduction, Mr. Bernal presented an example of his powerful environmental story and spiritual path of healing, that has reached over 1.5 billion people today.
Dean’s compassion for an orphaned wild dolphin named JoJo and the need to protect both their ocean and terrestrial homes allowed them to build a lifelong friendship that continues to inspire people to find their true and compassionate path in life.
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Dean addressed an important human element, that as an evolving species capable of contemplating an enlightened path, we are taking part in a collective consciousness of global preservation. In searching to recognize and provide for this living planet and ocean, which is presently our only known life support system, we must provide it with our collective healing by protecting our environment.
Dean addressed the students on environmental issues, the importance of true to source compassion on global preservation, passion from the heart to protect habitats, and truth in the place of origin and its global impact on the environment. Students were encouraged to talk about the environmental teaching by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and shared their thoughts, experiences, views, and projects. Dean then collaborated with like~minded individuals seeking to support students during this insightful presentation.
Wonderful work Dean! I am so proud of my dear friend!

Shards

Shards of songs cut into

The cricket-tide of night

Sobbing sirens accompanied by

The howling refrain of ever-nearer canticles

I awake

And wonder if

The discordant aria

Will play for me

My ears like the salivating dogs

Smelling blood on the wind

How dark the melody is.

And how near.

Without Touch

Without touch

We are a dead sea

Where tides rise and fall

On a barren shore

 

Without family

We are the last white rhino

Of a nearly extinct sub-species

Waiting in vain for a mate

That never comes

 

Without love

We are but hollow shells

Exoskeleton crustaceans

Branded by the noonday sun

 

Alone

We are but specimens in a zoo

We pace before the bars

Of a hundred onlookers

Searching each face

In despair.

 

Grandma’s Arms

 

As I look back

And view

The 1963-RCA-wide-screen-color-t.v.

It flickers on.

Before me lie

Cousins, brothers, sisters

Splayed on low ply carpet

Fidgety chins drilling holes into their fists,

Eyes wide

Elbow to elbow

“Hey! Scoot over! I can’t see! Grandma!?”

Her voice

A scratched phonograph record

I continue to dance to.

“Now, now you kids get along,”

She soothed,

And we did.

I change the channel

Grandma’s toast

Waiting in the warming oven

Golden edged butter rays

Radiating like mini-suns.

I watch them melt and disappear.

“It’s ready!”

I hear my child-voice cheer.

Commercial time

Cousin Davey giving a testimonial

“Round steak and Grandma-Gravy on top of white bread taste better than Sizzler’s any day.”

Back to our program

Bernice kneeling in a stunted strawberry patch

Sturdy hands grasping an unfortunate dandelion.

“This hard pan,” she mutters

As her harrow-hand cuts rows

Into the brick

That was her stretch of land.

I wonder what’s on Channel Three?

Children lie on either sofa

A-bed for the night,

Watching her,

Watching

That RCA-wide-screen-color-t.v.

Johnny Carson’s handsome face

Flirting through the glass,

Her head tossed back in laughter

Course-grey hair bouncing

And catching the dim light.

We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin.

“Yahtzee!” thrice she shrieks.

Aunts, uncles, mothers and fathers chuckle

As  kids mumble, “I wanted to win.”

We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.

Grandma’s arms

Kneading pie dough or pulling fabric

As she bent over the antique Singer sewing machine

Making secret gifts we all knew about.

Were draped velvet

For small hands to brush.

Each one of us

Would pet

The softness of she

As tender whispers called in our minds,

“Those arms are just for me.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Corporeal Metamorphoses

We live in an age of love’s corporeal metamorphoses

Where butterflies are banished back to chrysalides

Veiled in pupal gowns

They emerge as larva crawling and devouring

Ever younger and greener shoots

Until the garden is denuded

And it is time to call upon corporeal lust

To nourish an emptying sky of butterflies

And as the wind is hushed from the beating of astral wings

And skyriders descend into the venery of a mucinous desert

Gypsy moths dance on their aborted souls

 

Now That I Can Dance

Remembering a dancing class…

Laurie Woodward

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“You broke my heart ’cause I couldn’t dance. You didn’t even want me around.”

Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance) by The Contours blasted from the loudspeakers as my fifth graders waited to break out and boogie. On one side of the stage the boys bowed on one knee and sang along. On the side the girls the girls crossed their arms no.  But with the next line of, “And now I’m back to let you know, I can really shake ’em down,” they all leapt into the air and shook their hands.

This was my ninth year choreographing a dance for my class and as usual the introduction was met with groans and complaints. “It’ll be embarrassing,” Jackie said. “No way,” Devon protested. “I’m going to be absent that day,” muttered Juan.

When they’d finished their little diatribe I said what I always do. “Everyone participates. With respect. And you will

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Author Spolight: Jade Harley

The other day I was looking on Amazon for books that might be similar to Forest Secrets and happened upon an author whose work I just had to share with all of you. Jade Harley is self-confessed rebel who wants to inspire girls to stand up for what they believe in and protect the environment. Go girl!

She recently released her first novel, The Adventures of Lola, which follows thirteen-year-old Lola’s journey to save her town before disaster strikes. As Lola struggles to remain in the good graces of the people in her life, she starts to realize just how unique she truly is and the magic she held inside all along.

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Who or what inspired you to be an author?

I’ve always been creative; my first job was as a singer and I studied performing arts but most recently I’ve worked in the media industry. I had never considered writing a book before but my circumstances changed, I was no longer happy doing what I was doing, my company went out of business and suddenly I had this character in my head, keeping me up at night. The only way to get some sleep was to start writing her story, so you could say I didn’t get much choice in the matter. Once I started writing I realized how much I loved it.

Your author biography says you are a fierce conservationist. How do you use this passion to inspire your writing? 

I have been a vegetarian since I was twelve, way before it was commonplace. As I’ve got older I’ve become more educated on the complex issues that lead to deforestation, climate change, and animal extinction and I’ve realized that the only chance we have of saving this planet is by ensuring widespread education on these issues. I hope that my books can encourage a love of the natural world and the desire to protect both the environment and the myriad of amazing creatures that depend on the planet for their very survival.

What inspired The Adventures of Lola? Is there a takeaway that you want young readers to have after reading?

There was no inspiration, Lola was just very insistent about telling her story. I am merely the channel, she is in control. I hope that young readers escape reality for a while, (after all that’s what a good book should do) and hopefully become more interested in the world around them. It’s a big beautiful world and I want them to explore it.

Do you see yourself expanding into other genres?

Maybe who knows what will happen in the future! But for right now, I’m working on my second book and a range of coloring books and eco-clothing, watch this space…

If you were only allowed one book, what would it be and why?

The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton, because it was the first book I fell in love with. Everyone has that one book, the one that grabs them and makes them a book lover for life. The Magic Faraway Tree was that book for me.

What advice would you have for aspiring writers?

Just write. Starting is the hardest part and once it’s written be ready to learn a lot, writing is just the beginning, the real work starts trying to market it and reach your readers, I’m learning daily.

If you could send one message to your fans, what would it be?

Be in love with the adventure of life.

For more information click here: Jade’s website

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