For the 3rd day of 37 days of celebration with a candle (and the celebration crew) I have chosen to celebrate the picture Son just finished and emailed to me. Son is in recovery from drug and alcohol addiction and in a very good place, finally has his feet under him. It has been a long time since he has sent along one of his pictures. I love this. I love that he's doing it. So that's today's celebration.
For AEM21, I'm going to switch it up to…a poem! While putting this picture into my scrapbook (that's over 10 years old with dribs and drabs of all kinds of stuff in it), I ran across some journal pages from 2000 with the scrap of a poem. I don't write much poetry anymore but 1996 – 2000 , especially 1996 – 98, I wrote a lot (and from that culled my published book of poetry, Shift).Because I'm tired and don't want to color or make jewelry, I decided to finish up the poem.
DREAM
The sister I never had
approaches with stones in her hand –
a gift that I dream, perhaps
or not; but the stones stay
black as rats' eyes and twice
as stubborn, whispering secret
stories of some forgotten past.
In the tropics, trees fall crashing.
The stones rattle like hail on tin
roof. I open my eyes to day breaking,
feed the stones to hungry eagles,
whistle against the coming storm as
flamingos flap their salmon wings
against the violet morning sky.
Here's an AEM offering from Husband, who does this most mornings 
(well, it used to be most mornings but 3 days a week I'm up and out before he's stirring these days): fixes me breakfast with veggie bacon and sausages (which we share). And does his drawing for the day.
thought for the day: As we commit to our real dreams, we commit to ourselves. As we commit to ourselves, we also commit to trusting the power that created us. We are then aligning ourselves not with false gods but the the true power of the universe…Julia Cameron, Walking in This World
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Also, I like your son's art – very cool. What a creative family!
I like the poem, Tammy – and your husband's food art!
p.s. I finally posted about the award – thanks again.
beautiful poem, tammy.
i wish the hubster would make aedm breakfast offerings for me! 🙂
Tammy, I love your poem and poetry. Congratulations on the publishing of your book. I am your sister. xo Chris
Your poem is beautiful. I felt as if you were speaking directly to me. As you described the rocks, I thought of all the rocks I have from all over the world, many that are shiny and black, all holding mysteries within them. Somehow, I wanted to run outside to look for the storm the birds warn is coming. I see is portent in the reddening winter skies, skies afire from smoke particles blown high from fires in California. I take solace in the fact that we have chickadees that have returned from points north, and so perhaps the West Nile virus didn't get them all. Next spring we will have bees again. I hope.
tammy, congratulations to your lovely son and to this painting…I gazed at the symbology contained within it, I am assuming deliberately, and think he has found his path, perhaps his partner, and it is a long time coming….how wonderful for you and for him! It is almost a portrait of a path well worn.
your poem brought up tears because it touched a place deep within myself, the sister, the offering, the offering given away to eagles, another powerful symbol in my daily life…sometimes synchronisity cannot be ignored and I could not ignore this poem…thank you for sharing such deep meaning today, on many levels, in many methods, all saying the same thing~in a way…
finally, Cameron's words~beautiful.
blessings, linda