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Peacock-O-My-Eye
The room was pink. It was not a watered down version, a pastel tribute to its
former glory. Nor was it a Pepto-pink. It was a hot, hot pink that could drive
a person crazy when sitting on the throne. But no one in the kingdom could
change the color, for it had been there since the beginning. But then the
peacock came and as she twirled about the room the other colors became less
important, for she had already asked the question: what if…
Under the Merry-Go-Round
She dreamed of roller coasters, up and down, down and up, and they were thrilling! But life is not live by thrills alone. A Merry
goes ‘round and ‘round, and that is reassuring, which is nice in a topsy-turvy world. Merry's offer a chance to grab
the brass ring for a free ride. There are no free lunches in this world...but a free ride? A free ride to where? Is it a free ride to
more? Perhaps it is time to ask: what if…
Merry-Go-Round-Go-Round
It’s not a carousel, per se, yet it goes ‘round and ‘round, as if to say “I’m
merry, just not upon the ground”. It has a top that’s carousel, and indeed it
does go ‘round, but the chairs are still suspended and they’re far above the
ground. Although she could not name the time and place, she dreamed one day soon, at just the perfect time, she’d slide into a
chair. Then, just before her tiny feet would lift from ground to air she would look up and ask: what if…
Kat’s Transition
She was not of this world, even when she WAS. She was bright as a star, and creative, and
oh so full of questions. Then one night before we knew she would, she changed, she left us then, and in place of her was
Art. Was it a fitting tribute? I think not, but it’s all I have to offer, for who here can explain the colors of a rainbow as you walk through it. Yet, for Kat, transition is complete. Yet we who are left behind must ponder the universal question. She was here and now she's not, but still I think: what
if…
Smith-So-Neon
Muse-e-e-Um; it is a point of reference to our past, or perhaps our future. It is a space where we may look
at art, or an area where we may gather to think great things. It is a place holder for a spot in time, no
more, no less. But most of all, it is a place to ask: what if…
No Room 4 Hate
1692 was a very good year for HATE in a place called Salem. It was believed
that young girls were so powerful that they could evoke evil. It was all around
them in the eyes of the villagers. EVIL and HATE are four letter words of the very worst kind, It was several centuries before the still standing village of
Salem could change her image into a word like LOVE, where children are taught to live in harmony, perhaps to ask: what if…
I Pine 4 You
The earth is ours. She is our food, our shelter, our comfort, our spirit. She is our deliverance and our salvation. And
yet, we sulk, we brood. We languish in our made-up miseries and agonize over all the things we do not have. We tell ourselves a story that we will finally be happy when we have this or when we have that and never accept the Grace that is already ours. when we
already have the power to ask: what if…
Mother In Waiting
Once she was at sea, a mascot of the waves, pointing out problems and solving
them before we even noticed. She watched over the ship and its crew with a hand
to her breast, as easy as tending to newborn love. But that was long ago, and
now she is back in the forest where she was born, waiting for a new mission and a new adventure. What will it be, when will it come, what shall I do she is asking: what if…
Oh Mother!
Oh Mother, OM! You are earth; you are sky; you are water; you are OM! You
are sacred; you are chant; you are the very beating of my heart. Oh, Mother, OM! Mother, you are the very reason that I am able to ask: what if…
A Peacock’s Tale
A peacock is nothing without a tale, right? But don’t be so quick to think you
know it all, the peacock’s tale. A creature who can eat the most poisonous of
plants, yet live to tell a tale that is long and multi-cultured. It is a tale of
eternal life and resurrection. It is a ray of sun light that changes color each
time you turn the feather. So, hold it up, my friend, and dare to ask: what if…
May Day! May Day!
Hooray, hooray, the first of May, when outside games begin today. So said my
friend of long ago, when our days stretched out forever. The Springs were long
and Summers even longer. We rode helicopters in the sky, across the Bay and
down the coast. We drank too much and some would say we had too much our share of fun. But what is wrong with making love and winding ribbons ‘round a pole.
It doesn't matter if you're young; it doesn't matter if you're old; it only matters that you take the time, then ask: what if…
There’s a Coyote in
My Garden
He came in the morning. He was scraggly and scratchy and old. He lay down in
the garden next to the path and right in front of the tomatoes. He did not move. He did not chase the
squirrels, nor did he look in the direction of the birds, for they had
disappeared in honor of his visit. He was old, I thought, and perhaps his best days behind
him. But then he stood and he looked at me through the window with the most amazing eyes, like
those of a weary wanderer and a longed to speak to him, if just to ask: what if…
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