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Summer in New England…

by Deb Strafuss July 31, 2011

 

There is nothing so abundant as late July in New England…
 
Everything is in a tear to bloom at once
the convergence of summer – overwhelming in sight
Everywhere I look is a delight….!
full-flown butterfly bushes swaying, purple and white
abundant impatiens crowding my sight
the last fling of shastas, gold and white
marguerites nodding yellow and bright
brown-eyed susans in golden might
pink phlox bowing gently
 
Purple-pink echinacea
folding back upon their cones
herbs and vegetables, fully grown
offering each their yield
savory, crispy,
sun warmed and deliciously
ripe
 
Purple hostia in graceful array
‘gainst the backdrop of trees display
a gracious border twixt garden and wood –
the lilies bloom, orange and white
the Mandevilla climbs in bright sunlight
 
The Rose of Sharon in stately bloom
crowns the lawn in breathtaking sight
 
our chipmunk runs over my foot in fright –
a little visitor taking delight
in the garden of summer,
New England’s explosion
of life and color

 

 

July 31, 2011 0 comments
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Life

The Journey

by Deb Strafuss July 28, 2011

 

 
 
Searching, searching
inside and out
a journey lived
with no doubt
filled with intensity
spirit and might
seeking, wisening, strengthening
sight
 
Lead me a journey
into the dawn
fearlessly forging
on and on
following, seeking
living,
being all one can
 
moving forward
and then
searching, sensing
moving again.
Mountains Porvenir

 

 

July 28, 2011 0 comments
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Life

Anticipation…

by Deb Strafuss July 26, 2011

To my fellow travelers…………

Grandfather Tree

October
in Ecuador

 

 
looking forward to a place I adore
with friendships found, explored
 
as together we venture toward
the Shaman-shrouded future
we are searching for
 
                      
                                                                connection
 
                                                                      is freedom
                                                                     and freedom is seen
                                                                                          multicolored
                                                                     like birds on the wing
 
                                       bright flashing among the trees
                                soaring over all
                                            and free
 
                                        Sing me a song
                                       a song of the soul
                                      A place to belong
                                           be whole
                                      so a life can be freed
                                to welcome the blossoming
                                            of its seed.

 

 

 

 

 

July 26, 2011 5 comments
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Images
People

Tragedy

by Deb Strafuss July 11, 2011

 

 

 

So Sad…

A lass and a lad….

 A relationship gone bad

 

A terrible wiry twist

          Unraveled fate –

                  Interrupted bliss

 

And a lover’s kiss

                 turned to death

 

The horror of parting,

      new lives starting

                   torn apart by wroth

 

Traveled darkness’ path

                                and turned

          from love’s fancy found

                                                     to tragedy’s blood upon the ground….

 

Two lives           

           just beginning

                                        ended

 

Two journeys begun

never tended

                             with what could be found

                               of true love’s ground

 

Traced the patterns of

passion and fate

          where love dissolves into hate

                    and life becomes the gate

         to insanity

         pain

                            and death

 

Never a chance

for patience’s true breath

                           gentle waters

                                                   to clear and flow

                                                cause love that’s true to bloom and grow

 

Two lives, newly begun,

                                        undone.

July 11, 2011 1 comment
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NaturePolitics

Hope Blossoms

by Deb Strafuss May 9, 2011
Yellow tulipsOne Lilly
9-11 memorial Boston Garden
My husband got a new shortwave radio for his birthday recently; he has been connecting to his world through shortwave – a delightful process of hearing the languages and accents of the world he lives in describe their own experiences in their own way, at their own times. I often wake in the small hours of the morning and find him guiltily up in the living room with the earphones on catching radio Japan.
 
As such, he has become a new and vibrant source of first hand world information. It is not all what it is reported to be as filtered and reconstituted through our American reporting system.
 
For instance, only the Japanese will report that three hundred yards from the shore of the devastation of the January tsunami in Japan, a single cherry tree blooms as Japan’s spring will not be denied. Cherry blossom time in Japan is symbolic of healing and rebirth. The first hand remarks of radio Japan as it shares its visions of healing are undeniably catching. The hope of this stoic nation and the world watch as these delicate blossoms live their tender short lives out in beauty and fragility against the backdrop of destruction and the threatening doom of radioactive forces beyond our control; reminding us that not all forces beyond our control or complete understanding are bent upon our destruction, and that beauty has more force and power than we credit it with.
 
Thousands of miles away, in the midst of terrifying, destructive, deadly storms of sudden and seemingly uncontrollable rage, here in the heartland of America, a young man is sucked up from his home and before our virtual computerized eyes is taken to Oz and gently returned without a scratch, to walk home and hug his parents. And we are once again amazed, confused, awed and humbled in our obvious ignorance of the benignity of the violence of nature; how it interacts with us and how it walks with us upon this planet- how we live in and with it’s energies.
 
This week, my husband strolled among the Boston Gardens, recording the bursting of our surprising spring upon a wintered and sanded and salted landscape that would seem, two months ago, never to have held the capacity for the tenderness of fragile new growth again.
 
Just two days before, the world had been told that the the human tsunami, the terrifying cyclone of September 11th, Osama Bin Laden, had passed from the face of our earth, that his energy had been dissipated, that the forces of destruction and terror have passed through us like water and wind, leaving their mark, taking their toll, and causing us to wonder if there is a rising from such pain. As my husband walked the Boston Gardens, he came upon the 9-11 memorial with the names of the Massachusetts victims engraved upon it, and a single cherry tree in blossom standing in solitary eloquence beside it….
Red TulipsChildren playing
9-11 Close up
May 9, 2011 0 comments
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LifeSpiritual

Leavings……

by Deb Strafuss April 23, 2011

I feel compelled to write about leavings…..
 
During this time of religious reflections, contemplations, celebrations and remembrances, it is important to note
that beginnings require endings
 
Abraham left his home
the Israelites left Egypt – a place of refuge that had become bondage
Jesus left the realm of spirit
then he left the realm of earth
we left home when it was our time,
our children leave home when it is theirs
 
Beauty Joy and Grief
are closely experienced
to run from one requires you to leave the others
 
To embrace the pain, sadness and fears of goodbye
leaves you open to the beauty and joy of
New Beginnings
 
Beauty Joy Grief
turning over a new leaf
all these new beginnings grow
all things newly done bring hope
 
 
The only caution we are given once a new path has been chosen
is
don’t look back
back to the place where safety becomes bondage
 
Beauty, Joy, Grief
Turning over a new leaf
Finding courage for the way
Living forward day by day
 
May we all exercise the courage to
face our griefs
choose our paths
follow our joy
and find our beauty
 
 
 
April 23, 2011 1 comment
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NaturePolitics

April’s Fools

by Deb Strafuss April 1, 2011
Spring Flag in Snow April fools us,

only us

blowing through her place

She knows –

She knows

Only she can come and go

as she pleases.

Aligned with some great global harmony

she reflects back to us scenes and truths

we cannot read

about our world today,

foretells the paths we’re on

reflecting them

As she’s come and gone.

 

If we could but read her lines,

interpret her signs

Understand our Times

hear her song

April 1, 2011 0 comments
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People

Elizabeth

by Deb Strafuss March 24, 2011
Wisteria
 
Elizabeth has left us
 
A perfectly timed exit she made
 
Amidst the month of history
 
Where women are on parade.
 
She says her final lines and leaves –
 
Exits as winter recedes
 
And leaves us gasping once more for breath
 
Over timing, and perfection, and loss and death.
 
Our lives are richer because she came
 
Gave her everything, played the game
 
Lived her life out in the public eye
 
Entertaining us through years gone by.
 
No privacy or humility left to her
 
She played her parts with dignity and grace
 
Giving us great watching, good gossip and space
 
To unwind, compare our lives to hers
 
And make our judgments daily based
 
Upon our own perceptions and place.
 
Sometimes she was the heroine, the pariah of the heights
 
Sometimes she was the harlot slut
 
Dirty down and out
 
We felt so much superior, or knew we weren’t despised
 
Because somewhere in her repertoire
 
She lived out our lives,
 
Or we lived hers…

 

Whites
March 24, 2011 0 comments
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Politics

Democracy, not theocracy

by Deb Strafuss March 22, 2011

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo….

Which way now does Egypt go?

So many choices, options glow

with promises gleaming,

Now they’re free to pick a  prize

Which sparkly one before their eyes

Seems really really really nice…..

Only a clear, deliberate plan will keep this country moving toward its goal of freedom and self expression.

There are way too many sparkly, enticing ideas and options to try out along the way, temptations to put one group in charge, take charge where things are lax,  let the people go home

The real work happens now. What idea rules a country?

What is the vision. How is it accomplished?

The world has not suffered much success with forms of theocracy. Unfortunately for human nature, when we get all worked up about an idea we tend to become exclusive, close minded and arbitrary – none of which leads to good governing. People are either suppressed or freed. Religions by definition demand ideological allegiance. Belief. A dictatorship of ideas. Democracies demand personal responsibility.  Belief systems put rules in place, fostering resistance and oppression. Democracy creates a forum for many voices and the need to resolve differences peacefully. Within the bounds of democracy, many beliefs can flourish. Within the bounds of a religious group, time and again, only one belief is tolerated.

Democracy, or theocracy….

Which will the choice be……

March 22, 2011 0 comments
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NaturePolitics

On Japan and the Gulf Spill and other Catastrophes and Global Events…

by Deb Strafuss March 18, 2011
Springs of Weeping…..

Green and seeping
Blood from the earth springs true
Oozing and leaking, gushing and bursting
Pushing and slipping through
All the cracks in time
Of containments refined
By the limited sight of the blind 
How powerless really are we
No matter what might we seem
To hold
Shaking and waving our hands
Like ancient warrior bands
We troop through the world unknown
In jungles of forces and powers
Surrounded by gales of thunderous tales
And energies we cannot harness
Affrighted each time they arise
And expose our limited eye
Push us effortlessly aside to die
Like bugs on a rotting tree…
Until we can assume our place
As part, not ruler, of this space
Each time they speak, pour out release
We will be chased away…
Somehow, in the turnings of spring we find – great joy and sorrow combined. Mother Nature in some agony of birth aborts us off the ground and reminds us of our place and power – that we walk the surface of her bower, understanding from a limited view, the sky, earth, sea, and where we’re going to. An exercise in humility, reminding us once again of the great powers we live in and among and around. Inspiring fear and awe and wonder at the universe in which we are bound.
Obviously, I cannot speak without giving you poetry, but I trust you have heard my words – and better yet, their spirit.
Weep with me over the pain of the earth, weep with me over the pain of our losses and the horror of realizing our insignificance.
Joy with me over the wonders of what we can accomplish working together.
Intend with me that we learn and gain from the costs paid for us by others….
And keep a watchful heart upon the peoples and earth of Japan.
March 18, 2011 0 comments
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Deborah Lynn Strafuss

Deborah Lynn Strafuss

A Lyrical Poet & Writer

Deborah Lynn shares her love of life, nature and spirit with you here. A published author, Reiki Master Teacher and Spiritual Life Coach, she offers gentle healing sessions and transformative life work in addition to her writing. Find her at Crystal Reiki Energy and On Angel's Wings

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