Maritime Art is available here at Redfern Art Studio created by Caithleen Carter Steeves,we are about all things Maritime.We hope you enjoy poetry and photo texts of Maritime life and culture as well as stories,in Nova Scotia, and the Maritime Provinces of Canada.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
pathways of Christmas
posted by K Carter Steeves
I'm in a store waiting in a long line up .So long that Im standing beside the bins of clothing that are here and there around the place with clothes overflowing for the customers.Im chatting with the woman behind me about the time.She is on her lunch hour.Then out of now where these two women saunter past us and cut the corner very quickly.I remember seeing one of them earlier and thinking how lovely her long brown hair looked cascading down over her shoulders.I see then pull out a bag from one of their jackets and start stuffing it with clothes for about 30 seconds.Stuff Stuff Stuff!!!!!
Meanwhile my eyes shift back to the conversation Im having with this woman who is on her lunch hour.She is very patient about the lineup.Im not sure at first my mind takes about 2 minutes to digest the scene in front of me.
Yes you just saw a theft!!I felt the excitement in some way I felt the fear, then i felt level- headed and in mindfulness of how scared they must feel and I felt separated from them."Bless them" I thought for I was still becoming, somewhat insulted, as the emotions shifted I watched my mind do acrobatics, shame blame and the game.Then I thought she the thief she knows I know.This was most interesting,I met her eyes direct on.She made sure we looked at each other a few times. I saw in her eyes a quiet unconsciousness like she was blocked out.No sparkle was in her eyes."I said in my mind God Bless you girl you have an illness".
I still felt the insult for a bit more at one point I wanted to remove myself and go to the back of the store and quietly report the theft.Why? I asked myself.Why would you do this ? For the first time I searched my soul for an answer and found none.My mind circled again and said "This is her path leave her find her own way,pray for her". I then turned again to the woman behind me and we talked about what we were buying others for Christmas three days away, here in this secondhand store run by 21 churches in the area, we call our home, our community, our sanctuary.
Merry Christmas to everyone all over the world and God Bless us ALL .
I'm in a store waiting in a long line up .So long that Im standing beside the bins of clothing that are here and there around the place with clothes overflowing for the customers.Im chatting with the woman behind me about the time.She is on her lunch hour.Then out of now where these two women saunter past us and cut the corner very quickly.I remember seeing one of them earlier and thinking how lovely her long brown hair looked cascading down over her shoulders.I see then pull out a bag from one of their jackets and start stuffing it with clothes for about 30 seconds.Stuff Stuff Stuff!!!!!
Meanwhile my eyes shift back to the conversation Im having with this woman who is on her lunch hour.She is very patient about the lineup.Im not sure at first my mind takes about 2 minutes to digest the scene in front of me.
Yes you just saw a theft!!I felt the excitement in some way I felt the fear, then i felt level- headed and in mindfulness of how scared they must feel and I felt separated from them."Bless them" I thought for I was still becoming, somewhat insulted, as the emotions shifted I watched my mind do acrobatics, shame blame and the game.Then I thought she the thief she knows I know.This was most interesting,I met her eyes direct on.She made sure we looked at each other a few times. I saw in her eyes a quiet unconsciousness like she was blocked out.No sparkle was in her eyes."I said in my mind God Bless you girl you have an illness".
I still felt the insult for a bit more at one point I wanted to remove myself and go to the back of the store and quietly report the theft.Why? I asked myself.Why would you do this ? For the first time I searched my soul for an answer and found none.My mind circled again and said "This is her path leave her find her own way,pray for her". I then turned again to the woman behind me and we talked about what we were buying others for Christmas three days away, here in this secondhand store run by 21 churches in the area, we call our home, our community, our sanctuary.
Merry Christmas to everyone all over the world and God Bless us ALL .
Monday, December 13, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Teaching
posted by K Carter Steeves
Im with women, we are looking at a piece of rawhide,one of them gave to me
with writing on it.She figured out what it said."Had you not completed the drawing you would not have found your soul mate". The drawing was on another piece of rawhide.an old man on one side and an old woman (me)on the other.In this vision I knew this was me I was wearing the earnings I made of amethyst.
There was a beautiful bowl to hold something in and a ladle to top it up with.
In the bowl were ruby red berries.
Im with women, we are looking at a piece of rawhide,one of them gave to me
with writing on it.She figured out what it said."Had you not completed the drawing you would not have found your soul mate". The drawing was on another piece of rawhide.an old man on one side and an old woman (me)on the other.In this vision I knew this was me I was wearing the earnings I made of amethyst.
There was a beautiful bowl to hold something in and a ladle to top it up with.
In the bowl were ruby red berries.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Merry Christmas from the Maritimes
May the Peace and Love of all Creation dwell in all the Earth
Christmas Times
posted by K Carter Steeves
Christmas times gone by
The sled hooked to the car
The snow had fallin all night long
Grannie's house was far
We jumped up in the seat and held on tight
Dad and Mom had us all wrapped in Buffalo
The mood was feeling just right
Off we went up the road
The snow oh how it did fly!
Santa could not even catch us
We had not his heavy load
Then we strode into granny's
Hot chocolate was given to all
We could not wait we sat anticipating
For the ride back home and the ball!!!lol
Merry Christmas It was 1965 when we took this Christmas ride to Granny's house one Christmas eve.
Christmas times gone by
The sled hooked to the car
The snow had fallin all night long
Grannie's house was far
We jumped up in the seat and held on tight
Dad and Mom had us all wrapped in Buffalo
The mood was feeling just right
Off we went up the road
The snow oh how it did fly!
Santa could not even catch us
We had not his heavy load
Then we strode into granny's
Hot chocolate was given to all
We could not wait we sat anticipating
For the ride back home and the ball!!!lol
Merry Christmas It was 1965 when we took this Christmas ride to Granny's house one Christmas eve.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
To Breath is to Live
posted by K Carter Steeves
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
Eastern Star Way
posted by K Carter Steeves
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
Stars
posted by K Carter Steeves
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
mindfulness
posted by K Carter Steeves
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Home
posted by K Carter Steeves
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Faeries in My Heart
posted by K Carter Steeves
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Choclate
posted by K Carter Steeves
Chocolate
Lying await in my cupboard
open cold flat here in my palm
a rich maestro of delight
gentle flowing earthy
filling my senses
far from the dark cold night
chocolate my friend let me love thee
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Joe's Song
posted by K Carter Steeves
Behind your staring eyes
There is a pathway to heaven
Dead loves that have
never died for you
still keep you here.
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
There is a pathway to life
That tells you what you gave
Returns and what has died must be reborn
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
A heart that is wild
With love is growing
Placed there by the keeper of the dawn
Nourished and betrayed, but opening still
To all you thought was wrong
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together.
Behind your staring eyes
There is a pathway to heaven
Dead loves that have
never died for you
still keep you here.
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
There is a pathway to life
That tells you what you gave
Returns and what has died must be reborn
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together
Behind your eyes
A heart that is wild
With love is growing
Placed there by the keeper of the dawn
Nourished and betrayed, but opening still
To all you thought was wrong
So let your heart unwind with me awhile
and let us watch the clouds go by together.
Thought
posted by K Carter Steeves
Its one of those snowy late afternoons,forlorn with threats of deep snow coming in over the already white flanked lake.A deep wind is howling off over the winded waters,pelting south east.
I'm sipping my tea,curled into a fleece comforter while the fire blazes here into my gaze still missing my all to busy life in the big city. I'm not feeling any regrets about leaving I feel stronger and more confident its the proper way to go.A simpler life style more engaged in natural beauty is what I want.The rural life.
I simply felt a brighter shine somehow when all the glam of the city was around me.Adapting to the beauty here is a subtle internal shift that Yeats understood about the rural people of Ireland.Reading here now in front of the fire makes it all seem so clear.The joy I feel here is in my soul and will be here for eternity.This lake, fields, and sky light up a kind of confusion and flatness I feel at this time in my life.Aging can lack inspiration
Today in the threat of storm I write because I love to write,to keep alive my talent to write and practice my craft,to keep alive communication with the Universe.
I like to put pen to paper pencil to pages to see the lead flow out over the white page into letters and form words they are so important.I love to learn.I love to make the pictures come into being with words then furl off into the mind of another and to the Universal Oneness.
In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.As I sit here now this word/spirit is known in me.I am that I am.
Blessings
Its one of those snowy late afternoons,forlorn with threats of deep snow coming in over the already white flanked lake.A deep wind is howling off over the winded waters,pelting south east.
I'm sipping my tea,curled into a fleece comforter while the fire blazes here into my gaze still missing my all to busy life in the big city. I'm not feeling any regrets about leaving I feel stronger and more confident its the proper way to go.A simpler life style more engaged in natural beauty is what I want.The rural life.
I simply felt a brighter shine somehow when all the glam of the city was around me.Adapting to the beauty here is a subtle internal shift that Yeats understood about the rural people of Ireland.Reading here now in front of the fire makes it all seem so clear.The joy I feel here is in my soul and will be here for eternity.This lake, fields, and sky light up a kind of confusion and flatness I feel at this time in my life.Aging can lack inspiration
Today in the threat of storm I write because I love to write,to keep alive my talent to write and practice my craft,to keep alive communication with the Universe.
I like to put pen to paper pencil to pages to see the lead flow out over the white page into letters and form words they are so important.I love to learn.I love to make the pictures come into being with words then furl off into the mind of another and to the Universal Oneness.
In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh.As I sit here now this word/spirit is known in me.I am that I am.
Blessings
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Metaphisical Discoveries
posted by K Carter Steeves
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
stars out over the water
I will be part of you
stars out over clouds
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
stars out over the water
I will be part of you
stars out over clouds
I will be part of you
walking slowly feeling holy
I will be part of you
Weave me a basket
posted by K Carter Steeves
can you see the mirrors of my sin
your eyes say you are a friend
the way opens when we give all remember
there is greater than we here
so gather near
can you weave me a basket to put my hope in?
We are healing the earth
set the world free
the only shackle here is past
be free, be free, be free
can you see the mirrors of my sin
your eyes say you are a friend
the way opens when we give all remember
there is greater than we here
so gather near
can you weave me a basket to put my hope in?
We are healing the earth
set the world free
the only shackle here is past
be free, be free, be free
Schooling
posted by K Carter Steeves
Universities are trembling
Promoting commerical fame without end
From sentence to sentance plod the minds of women and men
The fine content to snore
a grant, a foundation
a lamp, drawer
Their dignity flicker out
lite waves billowing out to sea
Children leve not knowing
the mind of manageability
Trees are being slautered
like men of yore
arth's beauty changed, utterly poor
lessons gleaned through a blank gaze
Forests pitiless as the sun's craze
Schooling is ore for another year
My heart reveals this sad intimacey
This sacred time of yearning,learning
Here blossoms a daughter of poetry
This sacred time of living at University.
Universities are trembling
Promoting commerical fame without end
From sentence to sentance plod the minds of women and men
The fine content to snore
a grant, a foundation
a lamp, drawer
Their dignity flicker out
lite waves billowing out to sea
Children leve not knowing
the mind of manageability
Trees are being slautered
like men of yore
arth's beauty changed, utterly poor
lessons gleaned through a blank gaze
Forests pitiless as the sun's craze
Schooling is ore for another year
My heart reveals this sad intimacey
This sacred time of yearning,learning
Here blossoms a daughter of poetry
This sacred time of living at University.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Testing
posted by K Carter Steeves:July 2010
To my friend Marilyn: may GOD bless you and keep you forever in the hollow of his hands.
The test of Gold is fire
The test of truth is time
The test of Gods Love are the heavens above
and every thing sublime
Treasures in life are many
Dreams realized are few
I know the test of GODS goodness is true because he gave me a friend like you.
To my friend Marilyn: may GOD bless you and keep you forever in the hollow of his hands.
The test of Gold is fire
The test of truth is time
The test of Gods Love are the heavens above
and every thing sublime
Treasures in life are many
Dreams realized are few
I know the test of GODS goodness is true because he gave me a friend like you.
Loves guide
posted by K Carter Steeves
When you suffer a mortal wound
"Be still" and give the assailant room
feel your deep mind unravel the map
step lightly into the sacred path.
Loves ways say I Pray for you
dear sister sweet and true
is what is real a love so strong
It guides your path to GOD
What can ever be missing or wrong
One day you awaken with empathy in your heart
you practise aim and control
A new opening begins a whole new start by kathleen carter steeves
When you suffer a mortal wound
"Be still" and give the assailant room
feel your deep mind unravel the map
step lightly into the sacred path.
Loves ways say I Pray for you
dear sister sweet and true
is what is real a love so strong
It guides your path to GOD
What can ever be missing or wrong
One day you awaken with empathy in your heart
you practise aim and control
A new opening begins a whole new start by kathleen carter steeves
Reiki
posted by K Carter Steeves
Reiki is an ancient Eastren science of energy healing,an art form in percision balancing you whole physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual dynamic.Reiki reduces stress, and revitalizes you yo help maintain good health and a positive attitude to life.
Rei: Divine Intelligence or Transcendental Spirit
Ki: Chi
Mana
Universal flow a non physical energy that can be accumulated by the body and guided by the will.
Reiki treatments are given by the practitioner placing their hands gently along energy centers in the body.Reiki naturally flows where it is needed.Reiki is complimentary to other medical practises it does not diagnose.The Practitioner is the channel for the energy not the healing source.
A full Reiki treatment can take up to one hour.
Reiki can be lessened by dense material in the body so one is asked to refrain from alcohol and red meat for 24 hours prior to and after a treatment.
Reiki can be used on plants and animals stones and trees.
Crystal healers will find the quality of the crystal enhanced by a Reiki treatment.
Many office worker find that crystals and plants are calming and pleasant to have in their work environment.
Ethical Principles of Reiki as set in place by Dr. Mikao Usui
Just for today do not worry
Just for today do not anger
Just for today honor parents teachers elders
Just for today earn your living honestly
Show gratitude in all things
Reiki is an ancient Eastren science of energy healing,an art form in percision balancing you whole physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual dynamic.Reiki reduces stress, and revitalizes you yo help maintain good health and a positive attitude to life.
Rei: Divine Intelligence or Transcendental Spirit
Ki: Chi
Mana
Universal flow a non physical energy that can be accumulated by the body and guided by the will.
Reiki treatments are given by the practitioner placing their hands gently along energy centers in the body.Reiki naturally flows where it is needed.Reiki is complimentary to other medical practises it does not diagnose.The Practitioner is the channel for the energy not the healing source.
A full Reiki treatment can take up to one hour.
Reiki can be lessened by dense material in the body so one is asked to refrain from alcohol and red meat for 24 hours prior to and after a treatment.
Reiki can be used on plants and animals stones and trees.
Crystal healers will find the quality of the crystal enhanced by a Reiki treatment.
Many office worker find that crystals and plants are calming and pleasant to have in their work environment.
Ethical Principles of Reiki as set in place by Dr. Mikao Usui
Just for today do not worry
Just for today do not anger
Just for today honor parents teachers elders
Just for today earn your living honestly
Show gratitude in all things
A better Resurrection
posted by K Carter Steeves
I have no wit, no words no tears,
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed to much for hopes or fears
Look right look left I dwell alone
I lift mine eyes ,but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see
My life is like a falling leaf
O Jesus come and quicken me
My life is like a faded leaf
My harvest dwindled to a husk
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk
My life is ike a frozen thing
No bud no greenness can I see
My life is like a broken bowl
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the search and cold
cast in the fire a perishd thing
melt and remould it till it be
a Royale cup for him my king
O jesus come and drink of me Cristina Rossetti 1800's
I have no wit, no words no tears,
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed to much for hopes or fears
Look right look left I dwell alone
I lift mine eyes ,but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see
My life is like a falling leaf
O Jesus come and quicken me
My life is like a faded leaf
My harvest dwindled to a husk
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk
My life is ike a frozen thing
No bud no greenness can I see
My life is like a broken bowl
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the search and cold
cast in the fire a perishd thing
melt and remould it till it be
a Royale cup for him my king
O jesus come and drink of me Cristina Rossetti 1800's
Sunday, July 18, 2010
lost
posted by K Carter Steeves
when you fill your time and mind with poluted history of wars,violence and crime
you dont beleive anyone can love you
I want to lash out
you are a fool
When you spend your sweet energy on TV and loud unforcing music you stay ignorant
I want to lash out
You are a fool
But there is a small place in your heart connected to the Universal Loveing movement
a oneness with all that is may you find it may you scream with it! run with it! come alive "with it"
You are greatness!
when you fill your time and mind with poluted history of wars,violence and crime
you dont beleive anyone can love you
I want to lash out
you are a fool
When you spend your sweet energy on TV and loud unforcing music you stay ignorant
I want to lash out
You are a fool
But there is a small place in your heart connected to the Universal Loveing movement
a oneness with all that is may you find it may you scream with it! run with it! come alive "with it"
You are greatness!
The art
posted by K Carter Steeves
The art of story telling,poems and song has long been with me perhaps even from another time.My poems are usually based into nature, animals trees,roads,sky mountians etc.Sometimes I like to remember or release another experience of intensity in my life or lives.They move in and out of a more philosophical depth and usually targeted at a transition we were walking through.they do bring great clarity to me and may seem like grave confusion to the listener.Sometimes a metaphore is merely a momentary stay against confusion but it works!
There was a time when my husband went into the wheelchair and in my grief for i felt like his life had ended( it had not!)I remember seeing him walk every day i remember the last time i witnessed his feet moving on the earth, or the floor I should say.It was 6 a.m. he was leaving the bathroom and the light outsode the door was on and his feet caught in my minds eye as he passed our bedroom door to leave the house.Precious moment!!!captured here in my soulfulness.
From upon my lids
rise the darkness of your kisses
From upon my face
the shadow of your smile
from upon my soul
the lightness of your step walks away the road no more.
The art of story telling,poems and song has long been with me perhaps even from another time.My poems are usually based into nature, animals trees,roads,sky mountians etc.Sometimes I like to remember or release another experience of intensity in my life or lives.They move in and out of a more philosophical depth and usually targeted at a transition we were walking through.they do bring great clarity to me and may seem like grave confusion to the listener.Sometimes a metaphore is merely a momentary stay against confusion but it works!
There was a time when my husband went into the wheelchair and in my grief for i felt like his life had ended( it had not!)I remember seeing him walk every day i remember the last time i witnessed his feet moving on the earth, or the floor I should say.It was 6 a.m. he was leaving the bathroom and the light outsode the door was on and his feet caught in my minds eye as he passed our bedroom door to leave the house.Precious moment!!!captured here in my soulfulness.
From upon my lids
rise the darkness of your kisses
From upon my face
the shadow of your smile
from upon my soul
the lightness of your step walks away the road no more.
In Spirit We Walk
posted by K Carter Steeves
Holding hands, head to the Great Spirit of all creation we stand as our Spirit Guide says a prayer for procetion and Unity.Its 5a.m. July.Three women and a boy.We will walk 98 kl ms,living on the land sleeping in the old ways for nine days.The purpose is to bring healing to the spirit of the land the spirit of the peoples passed over from another gone time.It was called the walk for "FIRE"
It was a troubled time in my life and I remember thinking for a split second am I supposed to be here.Then as if being swept gently into another time and place of sacredness began to move my feet.One dreary step at a time.It was not easy to stay in the now the moment the end seemed so far away the past was all confused into the future.Walk and concentrate on the moment.No speaking we were in a vow of silence.The day passed.
I'm not an authority on any traditions of any peoples this is just one woman's story of healing expansion and renewal.
I felt like I was peering into the most of sacred places in my mind, my soul my body.The trees were so silent.The sky so very apparent so there.So in my face! no roof no shelter.We ate light we ate often we drank often,we shared,we smiled,we laughed,we walked and walked and walked like there was no end in sight.Each night we sat up or tents in the woods just off the roads.Sometimes we would follow the red handkerchiefs left for us.Mystery followed our every step our every breath.You can hear each other breath when you walk in the forest.Questions came answers came then after about three days nothing came nothing went just simple serenity.
Sky poured rain yet fire had to bring our supper to life.Wood was offered by a neighbor! We had everything we needed and more.A tree fell, another tree fell, we witnessed the clear cutting of a small forest plot; all happening around us yet we were safe, as we emerged out of our tents a rabbit ran by out off a cliff.Horror was all around us we were serene.We witnessed it all.
I have been honored to travel the earth and pray with sisters from the Inuit, American Indian,Greek,Barbadian,East Indian and Northern Europeans and the one small gift I am most thankful for is a still joy in my heart and soul.A finely lite warmth that runs up over and around me consistently.
One day a clove of garlic jumped out of my hand and into tea cup and we laughed to tears!!laughed at the simple movement of the slipperyness in the garlic the timing the allness of the humor coming into tour souls in Unity!!lol
I received a most beautiful gift from this offering of simplicity.JOY!
Thankyou my sisters may you walk in Spirit always and Beauty
Holding hands, head to the Great Spirit of all creation we stand as our Spirit Guide says a prayer for procetion and Unity.Its 5a.m. July.Three women and a boy.We will walk 98 kl ms,living on the land sleeping in the old ways for nine days.The purpose is to bring healing to the spirit of the land the spirit of the peoples passed over from another gone time.It was called the walk for "FIRE"
It was a troubled time in my life and I remember thinking for a split second am I supposed to be here.Then as if being swept gently into another time and place of sacredness began to move my feet.One dreary step at a time.It was not easy to stay in the now the moment the end seemed so far away the past was all confused into the future.Walk and concentrate on the moment.No speaking we were in a vow of silence.The day passed.
I'm not an authority on any traditions of any peoples this is just one woman's story of healing expansion and renewal.
I felt like I was peering into the most of sacred places in my mind, my soul my body.The trees were so silent.The sky so very apparent so there.So in my face! no roof no shelter.We ate light we ate often we drank often,we shared,we smiled,we laughed,we walked and walked and walked like there was no end in sight.Each night we sat up or tents in the woods just off the roads.Sometimes we would follow the red handkerchiefs left for us.Mystery followed our every step our every breath.You can hear each other breath when you walk in the forest.Questions came answers came then after about three days nothing came nothing went just simple serenity.
Sky poured rain yet fire had to bring our supper to life.Wood was offered by a neighbor! We had everything we needed and more.A tree fell, another tree fell, we witnessed the clear cutting of a small forest plot; all happening around us yet we were safe, as we emerged out of our tents a rabbit ran by out off a cliff.Horror was all around us we were serene.We witnessed it all.
I have been honored to travel the earth and pray with sisters from the Inuit, American Indian,Greek,Barbadian,East Indian and Northern Europeans and the one small gift I am most thankful for is a still joy in my heart and soul.A finely lite warmth that runs up over and around me consistently.
One day a clove of garlic jumped out of my hand and into tea cup and we laughed to tears!!laughed at the simple movement of the slipperyness in the garlic the timing the allness of the humor coming into tour souls in Unity!!lol
I received a most beautiful gift from this offering of simplicity.JOY!
Thankyou my sisters may you walk in Spirit always and Beauty
Ponderings and happy dish raggs
posted by K Carter Steeves
Its been a time of writting, thinking,deeply into my soul
Its been a time of praying saying the very truths that make one whole
Its been a time of rising,a time of blossoming into the new
a time of renewal, a time of welcome
a time of springing up a time of diddle-dee-doo!!
Its been a time of writting, thinking,deeply into my soul
Its been a time of praying saying the very truths that make one whole
Its been a time of rising,a time of blossoming into the new
a time of renewal, a time of welcome
a time of springing up a time of diddle-dee-doo!!
Trees
posted by K Carter Steeves
Do the trees always look so academic in their dark black suits against the lite grey sky?
Do they sway with choreographed intelligence, out over creation from a rooted sway?
Do the trees always carry such import?
Is there message one of strength
Swaying strongish ,trusting, in ancient clusters
on ground over which we lay
Proud of their green moss
Proud snaked turned backs, bare branches swaying, softly, erotically,
to and froe, standing close
swaying lakey clusters lay rooted
lay by the lake stark, dark, bright grey!
Do the trees always look so academic in their dark black suits against the lite grey sky?
Do they sway with choreographed intelligence, out over creation from a rooted sway?
Do the trees always carry such import?
Is there message one of strength
Swaying strongish ,trusting, in ancient clusters
on ground over which we lay
Proud of their green moss
Proud snaked turned backs, bare branches swaying, softly, erotically,
to and froe, standing close
swaying lakey clusters lay rooted
lay by the lake stark, dark, bright grey!
Jewels
posted by K Carter Steeves
Sitting still before the fire
in renewal my old friend,
sting after sting his looks
their words delivers into my mind
which god now brings.
Here I sit before the fire with laughter driven from my face
the mountians upon this ball
will remember the the ring, the floe away from the sting!
Turn youer mind to heavens movement
Where we danced the angels sing!
Sitting still before the fire
in renewal my old friend,
sting after sting his looks
their words delivers into my mind
which god now brings.
Here I sit before the fire with laughter driven from my face
the mountians upon this ball
will remember the the ring, the floe away from the sting!
Turn youer mind to heavens movement
Where we danced the angels sing!
Pathetic
posted by K Carter Steeves
Two girls growing not in each others sight
two girls hurled by religious poision out into the dead of night
two girls left with tattered dresses torn
Two blocked and blathered
Pricks cast like steel
While little pricks were morned
I must have choosen well
the final tar where I sat
beside him cloaked in the pink light of love
upon me we hurrled all the beasts away
with the riving of our bodies
hot with passion delighted in the secret
thrown a lash from the stars
a life is born a life began
take back your slurrs you bastards
take back the deep mornful place
For in my heart is not unrest
for in my heart is all vitality
for within my hearts stay is all for given
two girls blocked and blaggered
One in heaven one sitting here still beside the lake.
Two girls growing not in each others sight
two girls hurled by religious poision out into the dead of night
two girls left with tattered dresses torn
Two blocked and blathered
Pricks cast like steel
While little pricks were morned
I must have choosen well
the final tar where I sat
beside him cloaked in the pink light of love
upon me we hurrled all the beasts away
with the riving of our bodies
hot with passion delighted in the secret
thrown a lash from the stars
a life is born a life began
take back your slurrs you bastards
take back the deep mornful place
For in my heart is not unrest
for in my heart is all vitality
for within my hearts stay is all for given
two girls blocked and blaggered
To What did I lose You
To what did I lose you?
when thet so called friend wrote that letter and I realized you were in jail---again! Itr was a very differen kind of realization, a mirror in me cracked and I felt a sorrow in me so deep my heart began to break my mind began to heal i began to know what is real what is true.
To what did I lose you my age? your helplessness
as you lay in my arms dying no one wanted to move with us! no one
He did he drove the car that saved your life! old Nelson
Neenie died the last of the old Nelson crew who cared
then you were in jail again and there was no one in who i could confide who knew to what Id lost you
the old dowagers the old hypocrites
dogma chaffed,froze,chaffed away any love in our minds
Yet I am yours and you are mine my son!!
Perhaps you can feel how free I've become and so we can now share a cup of tea sometime
To hell with them all
Smile for the sun smile for the chair under your arse!!
Walk tall for the legs you own are precious
Keep them on old leaves and green mosses!
posted by K Carter Steeves
when thet so called friend wrote that letter and I realized you were in jail---again! Itr was a very differen kind of realization, a mirror in me cracked and I felt a sorrow in me so deep my heart began to break my mind began to heal i began to know what is real what is true.
To what did I lose you my age? your helplessness
as you lay in my arms dying no one wanted to move with us! no one
He did he drove the car that saved your life! old Nelson
Neenie died the last of the old Nelson crew who cared
then you were in jail again and there was no one in who i could confide who knew to what Id lost you
the old dowagers the old hypocrites
dogma chaffed,froze,chaffed away any love in our minds
Yet I am yours and you are mine my son!!
Perhaps you can feel how free I've become and so we can now share a cup of tea sometime
To hell with them all
Smile for the sun smile for the chair under your arse!!
Walk tall for the legs you own are precious
Keep them on old leaves and green mosses!
posted by K Carter Steeves
Thursday, July 15, 2010
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Motorcycle Tour Morocco | Labloop at imageloop.com
Motorcycle Tour Morocco Labloop at imageloop.com
Excellent picture tour of small areas on a Harley
posted by K Carter Steeves
Excellent picture tour of small areas on a Harley
posted by K Carter Steeves
Monday, July 5, 2010
Brier Isle eve
The journey off the coast of Maine begins here in Nova Scotia at the most Northernly tip of our province in Brier Islandposted by K Carter Steeves
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