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Love in Translation

6 Dec

Available worldwide on Amazon and for delivery within Costa Rica from The Tico Times Store. When a Phoenix schoolteacher buys a one-way ticket to Costa Rica, she gets pretty much what she hopes for…

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The Divine within me

7 Mar

Keep falling in love!

Falling In Love With The Divine

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What “Falling in Love with the Divine” is for me?

Personally my first step is to recognize my own divinity, to say yes to it, to open up to it and to feel it. This itself is a challenge as I grew up within a mindset where divinity was seen as religious “gaga- talk”, which had nothing to do with reality. God is for old or sick people, otherwise ignored. Spirituality was not a popular subject around me. Even saying I have the divine in me feels like coming out of the closet. Falling in love with the divine is a step further into madness. And yet I am tired of denying this part of myself. It should be seen as a natural state, not a sickness or rarity. So perhaps I will be judged as crazy or troubled but I proudly announce: I am a divine being, a spirit…

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Check out my new album VII Meditations on Gravity distributed by @tunecore and live on iTunes!

21 Jan

Musicians: Sell your own music on iTunes, Spotify, eMusic, Amazon Music, Google Play and many more! Keep all your rights and get 100% of the royalties.

Source: Check out my new album VII Meditations on Gravity distributed by @tunecore and live on iTunes!

Famous last words (hablando paja part II)

4 Mar

My favorite blog from Costa Rica

Love in Translation

Baby papá agua gracias.

Woo-woo uh-oh hot wow tick-tock pat up hi ok shoes ¡gooooool!

Quack daddy moo cat cold shoes socks eyes shh! 

Happy.

No, that’s not a drunken, New Year’s Eve haiku. Those were your first twenty-five words, as faithfully recorded by yours truly in the back of the little black-and-gold notebook I kept on you this year. They are on my mind tonight as you watch Mickey Mouse, I drink my beloved afternoon coffee, and the last traces of sunlight die away on this last day of 2014, a year to which I hate to bid farewell. After all, this was the year in which you learned to walk, run, and wear a full, upside-down bowl of cheesy spaghetti as a hat. Most of all, it was the year you learned to talk.

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We’re Outta HERE!

13 Jun

The .com finally became available so guess what? We moved! Follow us to

http://www.enchantedrant.com

and feel the love.

Follow me!

C’mon vamos! C’mon let’s go!

From the left seat I can see that you were right

11 Nov

I reside in heavens

when we fly it’s very clear

the bigger organism we

are apart of/from up

here/now vision clouded

with/by ether, our lives below

the bible thumping belt, so rare

did you think I wasn’t looking when you quietly ordered

yourself back into submission from the menu

or was that for those to whom you say life is good like comfort food for breakfast

on saturday just before noon in our pajamas with the radio playing/the smell of grease

and gasoline in your hair, citrus on the wind

real maple syrup and bacon/your favorite

race on television. We did things

on that leather couch that would embarrass the children if they existed

we spooned entire days into a bowling ball bag

you won/lost, as if we had nothing

more important to do than touch each other until we did

or maybe we only manufactured that/you

came down from your mountain-top to pull me up

and I was so grateful I gave you things

to desire instead

of me/but when I called down to you from mine

you couldn’t hear me any more

than when I used to tell you

I had a dream

in the night/you reached

out for me from your

fear of light/sleepers

women pilots

weak people

distrust

and we would fly

blindly, madly

in love with passenger seats, advanced

stall warning recovery

whether predictions

down-shifting, flights planned

restricted/visual ceiling fan rules

taking precedence under the covers

your feet my pedals

clutching, crabbing

our forte

negative g-forced

free fall

20 Oct

Enchanted Rant

Sometimes a painting is just a painting. Sometimes it’s more. Sometimes it speaks when you stop long enough to listen. Sometimes you recognize it in a crowd of strangers as a potential friend. Sometimes you meet and sit and after a while you realize you’ve found a life-long connection. That’s how it was with The Turnip and me.

And that’s how it was sitting for Seth among the titanic greek columns of Mr. Santikos’ Palladium Theater/Bar where he is showing his art work and painting in the forward-thinking gallery spawned by the success of The Wonderland of America’s Bijou Theater, where his fiancée Rebecca Coffey is showing her art to movie goers who may or may not be intentionally seeking more from their entertainment than Hollywood has to offer. Can we just go to the movie now? Not yet, I’m still looking!

So, tell me how this works. What do I…

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Chapter 2 – Umo ja Aiti

6 Sep

Hidden surprises

Under pillows in fancy boxes

Gifts from the motherland

Kind words that heal

I know it was difficult for you to learn

My debt to you

Is far beyond material

Sina ja mina

Parents of more than the those you bore

A lost child in a foreign land

Adopted by generosity

I understand more than you know

My only wish is that you understand me

You have become my Finland family

I want you to see

Through all the bad times

I am happy

You’ve given me more than just a home

And a warm bed

You’ve given me a new life in a new place

And you put a smile back on my face

The strength to write and start anew

I couldn’t have done these things without you

So you see, what I really want to say

Is kiitos

A family like yours is precious and few

And I know that you would say in return

Yes, thank you

19 Jul

Time dips into our tear pools… poignant for me today

Enchanted Rant

In the shadow of tomorrow’s sun

I think of nothing.

I see naught but brilliant light

Narcissus’ reflection.

Titled frame

Of wilderness wisdom.

With his second hands

Time dips into our tear pools

A ripple, at first glance.

Obscurity, then

Calm.

Clarity.

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Chapter 2 – Sleep

19 Jul

Sleep, he said

For you are weary

And the night cold

Rest your precious eyes, flashing

Emerald stones though they may be

Dream of peace

The kind men long for and

Remember the dream well

For you may never witness its like again

Let your body limp

Open the door of you to let it wander

Do not be afraid to allow the simple air

You breathe traverse your entire

Being

Feel the blood flowing, coursing through

Your veins. Hear your heart beat

Lungs accepting oxygen

Your brain swimming in pools of thought

Relax

Be content for just one evening

Knowing simply that you are living

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