Wednesday, April 11, 2018

"The Ceasing"

My brittle bones breakable 
As fine porcelain
I wonder at my advancing age
In the late-middle of life 
My blight stained past calls upon me 
To acknowledge the treasure in my midst 
Appreciate the pearls within my dome
To fan the flame of Prometheus


Our parents frailty and demise
Is but a thin disguise
Of angst that lurks within the dark 
Gossamer and shiny brittle and briny 
Are the tears upon my cheek
Reflections of Life’s illusions
As hummingbirds dwindle 
With the vapor of a cooling breeze


Earth knows not this ceasing
Humans pretend to forget 
Until times ravages catch them off guard
The final curtains drawn 
Upon the leaders of our clan
Only in a dream does time stop
So stop wishing for fairy tales to begin


Eventually winter’s frosty hands
Etch the creases in our face
No fleeting wish can melt them
Charms beguiled our songs 
Begin to crumble as the castle
Breaks upon the dawn





Copyright ©2018 Maria Carmichael DeSalvo

Thursday, March 8, 2018

From Shimmer To Shine

From Shimmer To Shine

Drawn from slumber
Excited with anticipation
As on Christmas morn
I tiptoe out to peak.

An enhanced sky
Answers my unasked question.
There on the horizon
Lies the first streaks of dawn.

My heart leaps 
With childlike wonder
Scampering to the door
I am wooed with color.

NorEaster Quinn has iced my world
With mounds and heaps of white
A quarter moon beams down
Suspended in twilight.

A classic composition unfolds
The conductor orchestrates
With tinkling sounds of light
Brilliantly timing the flush of color.

Sun-risen snow starts to glow
From hushed blue white
Bestowed with liquid pink
To amber Incandescence.

Like a Lamplighter 
Dawn’s fiery light descends 
From the tips of the tops of the trees 
The world starts to mirror the suns radiance.





Copyright © 2018 Maria Carmichael DeSalvo

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Here it is two days later Sunday March 26th and I had another dream that I would like to publish.  It has been a busy time in the flock and I have not had much time to reflect and write but I am confident that this will change.

My Dream
I am in a house sitting in the center of a room with many people and I am cleaning out my purse and there are receipts and papers galore and I am looking for the $60. I made yesterday.  40 from client and 20 from my dad,  I notice Stacy F. fly by and I go after her and Karen is lying face down in a bed and I ask Stacy to remove herself because she needs to rest.

I go back to my purse and I cannot find the $60. and I think oh no i left it alone and someone has made off with my money.

I look outside through the wall of windows, like the kind I have been visualizing to make somewhere in my abode to view the river. Amazingly I see a beautiful fat colorful peaceful bird.  The dominant color is yellow which is on its lovely round breast and belly below a crest of grey. I feel thrilled to spot it and as I examine it I become aware of a thousand or so more all standing in the same posture head up two feet asunder and a pervading feeling of non threat exists and they feel at peace. I move to a window at a right angle to get closer and amazingly now there is a cheetah sitting in the center of them.  It is sitting but its back legs are stretched out in a peculiar way.  I cant make out why.  Is it because it wants to move fast and jump high? Or is it just resting and stretching before it makes its next move.  I think it is both.

I return to the public room and Stacy is sitting on the couch and there is a window to her left as in the 81 LR. 
Just then a pale silver Mercedes, driven by a woman who looks to about 60 and seems to be in a dream state herself begins to drive towards the room and it breaks through the wall and drives into a coffee table causing extensive damagee to her expensive vehicle.  This does not move Stacy much but I feel terrible for the woman and wonder why this happened.  As I analyze what has just happened, I reenact the scene in my mind but in retrospect upon trying to recall the automobile and this while in the dream it appears differently.  It is a pale yellow and of a much older more linear model with right angles instead of sleek joints. It also has an older headrest that has three horizontal leather bars. It reminds me of a Saab. I am aware of the anachronistic time element but cannot fathom why while in the dream.

I return to my purse and feel a sense of frustration because I was interrupted many times now and how will I figure to find anything.


My Interpretation 
Interestingly enough I want to remember that this dream was not on my mind after getting up until I went outside briefly to empty some trash and heard a cacophony of birds that I have not heard since last spring and summer. The vernal equinox that happened a few days ago must have attracted back some migratory species. It was the sound of the birds which caused me to remember my latest dream. The sound surprised, amazed and thrilled me and then I recalled the birds in my dream.  So perhaps the birds were there to remind me and to let me know the color of pale yellow was a dominating element in my dream.  Pale yellow signifies the solar plexus energy center and it may be necessary to recharge this area to accomplish my goals.  I am divided again at this time of my life and I would like to focus a bit more on my own personal goals but I can not as of yet due to my own personal wishes to serve loved ones that could use being served and to help grow  their wings until they are strong enough to fly solo.  They come first.  These little birds must move their nest to where mama takes them.  They are frightened to leave their nest and the idea of being with their other parent, who acts violent and insane lurks beneath their calm.

On another note, this dream happened after being awake and lying there for an hour or so pre-dawn into dawn.  I was in a state of decision making about whether to arise and accomplish many tasks or tho stay in bed with my husband whom I may not see for a couple of nights since i would most likely be helping my sister who just came out of surgery for the second time.

So it is clear as I write that I am concerned about organization, loss and about springing into action. The pale of the yellow means i ned to strengthen and nourish the manicure chakra area at my solar plexus. 

I had started cleansing which is the digestion chakra at the solar plexus and I was feeling lighter and stronger but then I allowed a St. Patricks day celebration to derail me. I will need all the strength and clarity I can muster during my loved ones time of transition and also to be able to help out my dad.  His house appeared in the dream and references to times past and issues felt at the time Stacy F. was over to visit Karen during a major transition time in their youth.

The woman driving represents a daughter relying on her mother and also if that was a representation of my energy it would signify that I need more clarity so I do not feel out of control.  The damage on the car signifies my frustration and fear of not having a nice house with fresh paint clean floors and working parts.  I don't want to live like my father.

Yesterday when my Dad called me to his home to vent his frustrations with the oldest male child and his place amidst the flock, it reminded me of the divisions in the flock which saddens me but there is nothing I can do. I can pray and love so that is something positive and the peaceful birds in my dream must signify that positive changes will happen.

Anecdotal note: In the past week I have had more time than usual and I just enjoyed it.  I had resistance to accomplishing tasks.  I did write and think more which is my goal for the future.  But doing this at this juncture and also not taking care of good health habits is a disappointment to me.  I feel I may have wasted time.  

Reset:  I enjoyed this past week very much so it was not a waste time in actuality. Presently, I can set a new goal to  use it to spring forward like a cheetah and aim for my goals with more accuracy like a bird. I am part of a flock and I yearn for peace within the flock. 

 I strive to love the flock and serve the members in need.  I hope I will have more time for myself soon but I realize how lucky I am.  My husband provides me with a new found freedom. Look forward to more peaceful times and situations rectified.  Trust in the future and nourish my third chakra.

Here we go, I had another realistic dream that has a basis in a sad reality.

This morning, Friday  March 24th, 2017.  After being mildly awakened by my husband returning to bed in the early morning hours, I notice that there is a sliver of daylight behind the dark drapes. I remember having a thought that it would be good to awaken now and start the day especially since DSL time has interrupted my early waking ritual.  However a very realistic dream calls me back to slumber.  I fall back asleep.

An hour or so later I have arisen while my husband is still asleep and I set about cleaning the kitchen floor before he arises.  After he awakens, I make the morning coffee.  I have been trying to give up coffee as it sometimes seems to hinder my nervous system, but just as I succeeded, we purchased a Bonjour coffee press and it is just so rewarding to sit down to frothing nut and bean milk over pressed french roast  in a delicate china cup and saucer.  The aroma is intoxicating.  The rich, dark syrupy coffee swirls amidst foamy milk. Its sensuality is provocative and the flavor does not disappoint as in the coffee of my youth.
 
After savoring a couple of warm richly textured sips, i sit back and place my phone nearby but not before a feeling of deja vu causes me to pick up the phone again.  It had been on airplane mode since last evening and there is a message on the screen saying 4 killed in London terrorist attack. This causes me t remember the dream i was having earlier this morning.
 
In this dream I was walking in a park in London. I knew it was London because I had just been watching a series show that took place there.  I finished the show yesterday and thought about London and the billboard sign in the show that said Keep London safe. As I walked in the park I saw two men who I knew to be Muslim and I suspected they were terrorists in the midst of a planned attack. I thought my hair is very long right now and these Muslim men disrespect that and this may incite them.  I flee when I discover they seem to be following me.

In the next scene of my dream, I am in a house and there is a flurry of activity. There are two young daughters of someone here. I am placating and protecting them.

I tell Jack about my experience and how the phone relayed a message that sparked my memory of this dream about Muslim terrorists in London. He says that is not news because it happened already.  Didn’t you know? He instructs me to write about it.

Typically I avoid news because I am sensitive especially to families and children that are affected by war and strife.  I choose not to focus on that but instead to pray for world peace and promote peace. So I had not known or heard about it and I was completely unaware of the events that had taken place on Wednesday in London. 

I look up the news and find that a womanAysha Frade, a British national, from a family that originated in Spain, was killed in a recent terrorist attack near Trafalgar Square. fI learn that she had two young daughters 8 and 11, the ages of my closest niece and nephew. I learn that she was a Spanish teacher. I am currently studying Spanish because we are planning a trip abroad. 

I wonder what is the connection to myself.  

Is it just my spirit soul called to help comfort?  I had dreams before the tsunami that killed many American tourists in 2004. I dreamed of airplane crashes the evening before 911.  Is everybody this telepathic but just unaware? Everybody travels in soul form when they sleep. It is part of our refreshment to return to Source.

Additionally there was an American from Maryland killed.  He currently resides in Utah and has a band in which he plays guitar. A Utah Man Kurt Cochran is among the Dead in this  London Attack.  Like us, he also has a recording studio that he built in the last 10 years in his basement.  He and his wife were celebrating their wedding anniversary of 25 years.  They were in London visiting her parents, Mormon missionaries.

It occurs to me my husband is a guitarist with a home grown recording studio in a basement and a record label and that I do some work for. It also occurs to me that we have a trip planned on our exact wedding anniversary to depart for Spain. I have been studying Spanish via the web, audio books and whatever I get my hands on.  It will be our anniversary of 6 years and we travel on the 11th of October.  We have not travelled together for pleasure until this past year so this is a rare event and we have never been out of the country together. 

It also occurs to me that I am determining whether to take a client who requested a Sunday appointment. If I go to this appointment I will be unable to attend a Sufi open house this coming Sunday.  After a long hiatus from seeing her, my fellow meditation teacher trainee and my appointed class partner from 2004 has invited myself and the Reverend from the Yoga center to come celebrate Spring and an open house at a Sufi center. We met again at a Yoga teacher meeting. 

I am most interested in promoting peace and love for all inhabitants of this miraculous planet and I pray for this everyday. I feel it is my modus operandi.  I look forward to the time when we will all live as one family on a peaceful plain.  It is my most fervent hope and I believe it will happen and it is in the process of happening now even amidst the chaos of present day appearances.  

I have been thinking of starting a woman's group for prayer and meditation.  I do not want to exclude men but I know Muslim woman probably would not come if men were there.  And I would love for people of all religions to pray for peace and meditate sending out rays of light for healing their own families and with a hope that it extends to our communities and the whole planet and all the people.  It is my vision.  I am a keeper of the light.


Upon Further research:  The terrorist attack happened At 14:40 GMT on Wednesday 22 March, the anniversary of a prior Belgium terrorist attack. My dream was 36 hours after it happened. It would have been 10:30 Am or so in London.  I wonder what was being planned then and who is wanting my participation in some way. Which way? What is the significance of this?

I know the Earth speaks to us and if we are open we listen to what we sense, whether it is auditory, visual intuitive or dreamed.  The Earth Listens!

PS. My computer crashed on New Years Day.  Ironic since that number is a number my family makes fun of me for.  They jokingly say I can make any event add up to 11.  Anyway I am having trouble signing in on my computer as Maria Carmichaeso my blog name may change in the near future to Maria Carmichael DeSalvo.  I am trying to keep it simple but big brother is collating.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

NECTAR

Everywhere at the  beach
The sun shines color
In Crepe Myrtle hues

Kicking at the sea
Happiness oozes from chirping little ones
Delighting sun kissed ones no longer young

Who fondly recall
Endless summer sand castles
Frolicking surf and friends

As day slips into twilight
Sifting sky and cloud gather their resources
Clamoring kids begin to tire as parents revive

Refractions of light flirt with rippling waves
Evening onlookers gather on the shores
Of a God loved planet of summer

Wearing shades of endless blue
The sea and sky embrace the setting sun
Spinning kaleidoscopes of color

The bay a hypnotic sheet of undulating blue
Meets sky blue heat glowing around a descending orange orb
Sending shards of light arcing cylindrically in impossible shades to conjure
 
Evening sky meets the sea
As sunset caresses horizons of blues and green
Splintering color forms canopies over awed onlookers

Lovers neck with July's sweetness
Amidst the scuppering hummers
Gleaning sweet ambrosia for their dreams

Daylight surrenders
Celebrations gather life
And moon flowers dance again

Delmarvalous cycles of lush summer fruits
Returning with fervor
Inspire all who care to partake

Time seems to standstill
For a few precious moments
Delicious warmth will ease us

Gently gradually the season shall pass
To those who have fed on the mothers milk
Hides thicken for endurance of a crystalline future


Copyright Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo
JULY 25, 2015








Wednesday, February 18, 2015

PROMETHEUS

The God of fire warms me well
His gift of flame helps us dwell

We give thanks for what is shown
In this great world all is known

The wrath of Gods could not bear
Oaths that felt so wrong to share

He gave flame for all to feel
Zeus flung death he could not heal

So his deeds to hell has paid
Pain he bore his life he laid

Hung out on a cliff was he
For all on earth plain to see

Bound on a cross strung to die
Up where birds peck out his eye

Flames of love still lick my heart
For this God who helped us start

A world with less icy cold pain
The race of men stood to gain

Pray for him whose soul shines rays
Odes to him all men's days




Copyright 2015 Maria T. Carmichael DeSalvo (January 29)

Allegro

As I alone danced
With care and grace
Almost wholly entranced
To keep the pace

Loud grew the tune and fast
Quicker the beat
Truly those steps forecast
Lightness of feet.



Copyright 1974  Maria Terese Carmichael