Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Birds Are Calling Dark Matter(s) into the Light

(I, a not-so-morning person wrote this last week and have continued to go outside most mornings before light to experience the birds joyful song in the night.)

This morning before dawn arrived I sat outside listening to the birds.  For sometime I thought I heard birds singing above the fan we keep running at night.  Determined to hear whether I was imagining this or not, I grabbed my robe and made my way to the deck where I discovered my city neighborhood not far from Nashville's center sounds like an arboretum in the night.

As I sat in the dark hearing the symphony of song I thought: 

'The birds are calling dark matter into the light.  The birds are calling dark matters into the light.'

Scientists now know our Universe consists of dark matter, energy that exists but isn't seen.  As for dark matters, one only pick up a newspaper, turn on tv or go on-line to read of dark matters resulting from greed, lack of awareness and misuse of power. 
As I sat on my deck listening and hearing, I imagined the joyful vibrations of the birds' songs having the capacity to call the unseen into form, reminding dark matter of its beautiful potential and persuading dark matters that it's time to come to the light.

With their sweet bird sounds, I imagined the energy of compassion calling the dark matters of this world into the light of love, the dark matters of child abuse and animal torture, rape, violence and the trafficking of guns, drugs and children's bodies for sex, all the dark matters of the world driven by control, conquest, domination and fear.

I imagined the bird's sweet sounds coaxing the creative potential of dark matter into form so the coming new systems are shaped by love, harmony and peace.

I imagined these sweet feathered souls calling dark matter to earth to engage lovingly with dark matters.

I sense the engagement's begun.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 22 March 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Rosemary's Shadow

Thanks to the interplay of morning sun and rosemary a shadow is cast on the deck post, a shadow that moments later will disappear thanks to sun's shifting path.

I didn't get how temporary shadow's are until last year.  One morning I sat inside and saw the pattern of an eye. I excitedly began taking photos and noting my thoughts as what I saw began to slowly change.  That was okay I knew I'd see it the next day.  The next day arrived and as a reminder that no two moments or days are the same, I discovered the pattern had also changed.  

What is it about shadows and patterns that intrigue me so?  

Within moments, truly under five minutes, the shadow like the sun has moved and I sense an aspect of why patterns speak to me. 

Sun's subtle shift as it treks across the sky reminds me of the preciousness of my trekking through time moment by moment, offered up instant by passing instant never to return.  My patterns are illuminated and my shadow seen when I too am open to sun's light. 

Savor the Shift.  This particular moment will never again arrive.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 27 March 2012

Friday, March 23, 2012

Shadows Sew Fine, Patterns Divine

The shadow's pattern on the neighboring fence reminds me of my grandmother's sewing patterns, tissue-like paper spread over fabric on her dining table. From these patterns, clothes were sewn. 

When I first wrote this I typed, "From these patterns, clothes were seen."  I suspect this is true too. I imagine my grandmother seeing the garment that would be made before stitching it together.     

I imagine the Divine doing likewise, seeing then stitching new creations even now from our shadows and the light.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 23 March 2012

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Worm Finds Flight

Robin, robin in my yard have you found a worm thus far?

Worm, worm in the ground, there's a robin hopping 'round.
If you allow, it will dine on your body fat and fine.

So worm from earth sought the light and in the robin he found flight.

Imagine the Shift of unexpected flight.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 21 March 2012

Cherry Laurel, Little Star

Cherry laurel, little star
   hanging neath the statue's arm
   in a web spun overnight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Hear your message floral star
   the deeper truth of what you are. 

In morning's quiet I did sit.
Star shared with me this potent bit. 

"I am you and you are me
Source of pure Divinity
All connected in the web
A design of grand detail.

We're here to shine and show the love 
of the below and the above.
It's so simple why we're here
Just be yourself, Beloved Dear."

Imagine the Shift of living your divine design (no one else can but you) and from that place shining love in the web that is our world.    

(Inspired by this speck-sized star drifted from its kin on a larger laurel blossom. I found it suspended by a spider's thread by Rebecca this morning in the backyard.)  
-Dawn, The Good News Muse  22 March 2012

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

I'm Going Down the Hosta Hole

Alice went down the rabbit hole and found the Hatter Mad.
I'm going down the hosta hole where matters might be had.
Will the Queen and Tweedledee and Dum be waiting there for me?
All I know is curiosity calls and I can't wait to see.

Imagine the Shift of traveling to places deep and green with Imagination at your side.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 21 March 2012

Spring Inspired

I've been thinking in couplets and rhyme these days.  I suspect this has to do with Spring as everything, I mean everything including all the flowering shrubs and trees that are never up yet this time of year, everything has suddenly shown up on the scene this week.  This rhyming thing has reminded me of one of my favorite childhood memories.  I found such joy and peace as an eight year old sitting in the floor of my small elementary school library reading books of poetry especially poetry related to Nature. I can nearly see those books that I checked out repeatedly.  Evoking a similar feeling were the leaf and seed charts required of us in Ms. Stella's 4th grade class. I loved making seed and leaf charts as much as I loved poetry.  

Now I realize these two experiences are fractals in my life, patterns repeated now over forty years later as I take photos and write all of which are part of my life's passion and purpose I sense as I like Spring awaken.

Interplay of leaf and light
Stirs my spirit with delight.

Dandelion near the ground
Sign of sun we travel round.

Leafen hands unfold, unfurl
here to help this Earthen world.
Human hands unfurl, unfold
sending love around the globe. 

Feel the shift Spring brings.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse 21 March 2012

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

You May Wear a Watch But Do You Watch?

These are the days I want to sit and watch, not passively, but actively engaged bearing witness to every leaf as it unfurls and every blossom as it opens. In the past three days I have watched

 buds blossom

 and trees green.

I am a watcher, the way my father watched the birds and my mother still does.  I am a watcher, the way my grandparents were who lived on the creek which was really by a creek not on it.  These grandparents wrote me the college summer I was in California sharing with me the specifics of their garden and of the frog that sat under the dripping faucet outside.  I didn't realize they were watchers until I rediscovered their letters in a plastic bag thirty years old.

Many wear watches. This device of turning seconds into minutes marks time, keeping folks on track through their day.  People wear watches but do they watch?

I watch Nature and Earth, the sun and moon, the stars in the sky.  Watching Nature and the heavens puts me on another track, a track beyond time.

What do you watch?  What do you see?  What track are you on today?
-Dawn, The Good News Muse  20 March 2012

Monday, March 19, 2012

The New Bar in My 'Hood

This morning I walked down the street and was surprised to find a new bar less than a block away.  Bees of all sizes were getting drunk on the sweet nectar of wisteria's purple clusters.

If we got intoxicated or high on Nature or just savored sweet Earth as the bees at the bar are, might our addiction rates decrease?  Would painkillers, anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications sell like they do if people got outside and felt the grass under their feet, heard the birds sing, saw the sun set and the stars rise?

All of Earth is a bar, especially this time of year, from which to fill, feel and drink.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 19 March 2012

Sunday, March 18, 2012

National Wildlife & Art Week

According to my calendar National Wildlife Week and Art Week are this week! Loving artists and wildlife, I can't think of anything better than this. Well come to think of it, I can.  What would be better than this is if everyone more fully realized what wildlife and artists do for us.  Artist wake us up. They show us beauty and wonder and many of them do so through their interpretations of wildlife.

Thanks to The Woodscrollers buffalo, deer and wolf grace our home as does Merritt Ireland's fabric piece "Two Crows."  We didn't set out to find animal-related art.  It just happened as we came upon works that moved us.  Art and wildlife move me and at times because I'm moved I judge humans as a result.

As one who loves animals, it's challenging for me to write about wildlife and not find some thread of judgment within. I don't get why people want heads and antlers in their homes.  Of course this may be art to them though I've assumed an animal's head on the wall gives one a sense of potency and power that is otherwise missing.  And I sure don't get arm-chair hunting.  I've now had two friends tell me of hunters who through internet sites find the animal they want killed on a hunting preserve and then have someone else kill the animal then send the desired part to them. 

Then there are those who want animal hides around for their beauty I guess.  Last fall at a local art opening in a home, I looked down to see I was standing on a zebra skin and I nearly threw up.  I got off the rug and out of the home as fast as I could.

I judge because I feel pain and grief.  Despite so many more people standing up for animals wild and domestic today, animals and the wild are under such assault politically. 

Yet when I look at the animals on our walls and consider the ones I see in visions, I know the animals both wild and domestic do not want me hurting, judging or tuned out.  They want me loving, loving, loving.  For they continue to arrive and grace Earth in hopes that more and more of us will show up in our wisest and most compassionate selves. 

Animals are woven into our lives in ways we don't often realize.  Many sports teams would have an identity crisis and be mascotless if suddenly the animals found a way to go on strike.  Think about it. We've the Timber wolves, the Bears, the Lions, the Bulls, the Hawks, the Ravens and the Cardinals to name a few.  But to go on strike though is not the animal way.

The animal way is to love, to continuing coming to Mother Earth to live among us and in relation to us despite our blindsides and shortcomings.  This is true power, potency, beauty and grace. 

So in this week dedicated to Wildlife and Art I am most grateful to the animals here on Earth who model for me the art of the heart and for artists who open their hearts to the Muse and create. 

Imagine the Shift in your life of more greatly appreciating artists and wildlife not just this week but every week, every day!
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 19 March 2012

Flowers for the Grieving

As I took this photo something shifted inside. I felt comfort as a thought came to mind.  'This is why we bring flowers to the grieving.'  
After just having posted, "Go outside, hear the birds sing" one Musing prior, I walked around the corner yesterday and found feathers on the ground, black feathers with bright yellow tips. 
Two days ago under the same tree the feathers were cardinal red. That day I cried and cried.  The second time though I was stunned.  I was angry and busy.  I had too many things to do to cry and if I had time I couldn't.  I felt numb inside.  I went on autopilot.  I began running errands which included buying a granular product that supposedly keeps cats away as well as cat collars with bells on them for neighboring cats who venture into the yard.  I'm not a violent person but I felt an emotional current within that made me think this is how folks feel who rush to war.  
Then I pulled into the parking lot at the office supply store and saw this exquisite row of blossoming trees.  As I snapped the photo above I literally felt something shift inside me.  I felt an inner sense of comfort and immediately thought, 'This is why we bring flowers to the grieving.'  
In that moment, I was no longer distressed.  All I felt was gratitude to Mother Nature and my unknown kin who grew, planted and tended these trees.  In that moment they felt especially meant for my hurting heart and me. They lined a path bringing me back to peace.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse 18 March 2012

Saturday, March 17, 2012

I'm Being Held Hostage this Spring

I'm being held hostage this Spring and don't send a ransom. I've been captured and enraptured by a tulip tree. For fifteen years, day in and day out, I've walked and driven past this tree. For fifteen Springs, it has faithfully stood alongside my driveway, but this is only the second time in its life that it's flourished with sweet smelling blossoms. Usually a sudden Southern frost brings to an abrupt end the colorful life emerging. Then as summer ensues, green leaves replace dead blooms.

Earlier this week, the tree was covered in rich purple buds reminiscent of my grandmother's lipstick samples kept tucked in a wooden box on her dressing table. The little white tubes held mesmerizing colors. Then overnight it seemed the buds began to open, each at its own pace, a beautiful natural ballet. I found myself wishing I could open to life the way the buds were with seeming trust and grace. 
This morning to my surprise, the blossoms were in various stages of reopening after having been closed for the night. I was struck by the fluidity of this process, the opening and closing, the back and forth.

How is that for fifteen years I've missed the tulip tree teacher until this week? Is it because I've valued the external show over the internal spirit of the little tree?  It's taught such tenacity spring after spring, freeze after freeze.

It is said, "When the student is ready, the teacher appears." 
Teachers surround us and we are unaware. Nature quietly goes about its business teaching not preaching, showing us quietly how to live and die, trust the process of life. 
 Imagine the shift if we showed up for this class every day!
-The Tulip Tree & Dawn, the Good News Muse, 


Go outside and hear the birds sing.
And if you can't go out
Go in.
Go inside and hear the birds sing.
They sing inside too.

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 17 March 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Moon - It Is a Miracle

This morning I sat outside pondering, writing
as a crow kept cawing, calling.

Once upon a time I listened to crows
actually not that long ago.

Yet somehow I stopped.
 I still heard them, but I really didn't hear them. 

This morning I stopped
put down my pen
and looked up.

There just beyond the crow was the moon
The same moon that at 5am streamed her light
through the bedroom window onto my pillow
prompting such peace and joy.

It is a miracle this sphere of rock, a quarter of a million miles away
sheds light on this our earthly home. 
Light that finds its way into Spirit's room, my heart 
that for so long felt heavy, dark
that for so long I quietly thought was rock. 
(Yes, my heart truly felt like rock.)

It is a miracle this sphere of rock, a quarter of a million miles away lights the way to this rock within allowing me to remember who I am. 
-Dawn, The Good News Muse 15 March 2012

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Imagination's Playground - Happy Birthday Einstein

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." - Einstein

I noticed on my calendar that today March 14 is Albert Einstein's birthday (b.1879) and immediately thought of the poem below from my cd.  So Happy Birthday Einstein. I'm imagining right now that you feel how happy I am that you came to dear Earth!  Here's a poem from me to you.



Bubble wrap

Horses galloping

Fairies tap dancing

Bullets raining down

The interminable tapping of fingers on lap tops

Thousands of tiny feet hurrying across wooden floors

     to behold gifts on Christmas morn

Grease in my mother’s electric skillet as chicken rolled in flour browns

Messages from the Divine trying to penetrate our thick heads.

All of these and more were born of my imagination while listening to

     the patter of raindrops on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The mind, imagination’s playground, offers a myriad of memories and image.

Upon hearing my list, you may have thought me a bit wacky but you have it too.


Regardless of gender, class or race we’re born with it.

Yet in time, control, competition and culture squash it. 

It’s never fully erased. 

It’s never too late to tend it,

Imagination transports us, lifts us from the mundane, no lifts the veil from the mundane,

  allowing us to see the magic in each moment.

So make the time to exit the interstate in your mind and drive down the dirt road of your


Who knows, you might stir up more than dust.

Imagine that. 

-Dawn, The Good News Muse 
originally written March 5, 2005

Quilting Day

The pattern created by the rising sun's interplay with the Japanese maple reminded me this morning that Saturday is designated Quilting Day.  
Nature quilts patterns of love 'round the Earth.
What patterns will you quilt into your life this day?
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 14 March 2012