Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Why mother moon wakes me
With thoughts of my sister
And the family business

It is such a struggle as a parent
To not jump into the guilt bag
Every time a mistake had been pointed out
Or a defect :

Perfectly interesting
All by myself
After years of chaos
In my book
Kaua’i-1986-1989/1999:2009-12
The buffalo farm in Clatskanie

Half moon bay

Venice
Italy
Africa
Went to see my sister three times
When her babies were small
And now they are tall
Loud and difficult teenagers

I wish her a moments clarity
It’s a save your own ass program

I know that the judges of my parenting are my friends
On Facebook now-
My kids are blazing beautiful and kind men
So my judges and jury-
Ha ha ha
I treated my kids like people
I cannot say I was a good parent
I loved them
And I did whatever I could

The years of prayers and tears and touching God are still with me
I will not forget
The beauty that all of these expensive experiences
Have grown my ass into someone
That is not going to take any shit from anyone
Been there done that
But the moon
She forgives all
Makes me stand tall in admiration
At all the moms needing inspiration
And $ and food and love
Love makes it all fly
Some of us are lucky like that

I may have gotten lucky too many times
But I love anyone I ever met
Because I never want to regret
Not having tried

I try to remind myself, this is not my practice life....to go for it best I can....tell people I love them...be kind...and most of all forgive myself

I r ie
Yes
I can still feel the beautiful things - even though I have felt it’s counterparts
I am some sweet way-
I found myself
Like everyone else
So it seems silly not to forgive myself
For being human
I am the result of my experience
Yeah
And some of them are just the most amazing
People and places and things

The love thing- often I have to improvise