Last Night A DJ Saved My Life

I remember the first time I heard a DJ play: it was in a high school gymnasium in Chicago around 1988. There were so many people dancing like their lives depended on it, that the walls were sweating. I was maybe twelve and everyone else was at least fifteen. I was ecstatic and scared witless... and I've been in love with music and dancing ever since.

When I say the words, last night a DJ saved my life, it's quite literally what I mean. Not last night, but on many another night... I've been lifted, loved and sent home sweaty, exhausted, salty and exalted.

E-Tones, those are his hands in this photo, is a Healer. I cherish him and I long to hear him play again.

Cyclopses

Prayer For A Changing World

I offer you the song in my heart.

I begin the circle of my song in praise of yellow curtains, blissfully expressing

the will of joy in the world.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor all that is, the ecstatic embrace of shadow and light.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I hear the song of our blood. Let us rise up and make a joyful noise!

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I am glad for wonderful friends. We are happy together.

I am glad for big orange kitties, Shelley I love you.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the the North; place of my birth, Earth.

I pray for the healing of the Soil.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the twinkle in my mother’s eye, from which I shall never be parted.

Thankyou for loving me.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I pray for peace in the Neighborhood.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I love you Joshua.

I honor the East; Magnificent Haegl. I pray for the healing of the Air.

I love you Justin. I love you Miranda.

I honor the Honeybee and the Matrix of all Life.

You whisper the story of Astounding Love.

I love you Brandy. I love you Savannah.

JayBee, teacher-friend, I love you.

I cherish the Dawn Chorus.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the twin stars of my day, Baking and Cooking.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

Thank you for strangers at bus stops.

Thank you for mix tapes without playlists.

Thank you for freshly made beds.

Thank you for naked gardening, singers out of tune.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the sacred aggreements with the Animal Realms.

I pray for compassion and understanding.

I honor Owl.

I honor Deer.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the kitchen table, kind friend everloving. Thank you.

I offer prasie and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I hear the song of our blood. Let us rise up and make a joyful noise!

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

Girard, I love you.

I do not fear the darkest unknown.

I honor the loaming.

I honor the seeds and stones and cells.

Heather, sister-friend, I love you.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the South; the families of the Disappeared.

I pray for the healing of Humankind.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I love lifting belly.
I love the coil of my sex.
I love lifting belly.

I honor Bog. Slothbrain.

I cherish lighthouses, storytellers and innkeepers. Thank you.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the West. I pray for the healing of the Waters.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the emerging. I honor the creation story.

Lake Superior, I love you. Thank you for loving me.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the teachers and guides, the monk and the butterfly,

Joy Harjo and the Dalai Lama.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor our Loving Anscestors.

I honor Mary, manifest in the world today.

I honor Buddha, manifest in the world today.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

I honor the wheel of heaven and the axis of time.

May I learn to carry what it is hidden as a gift to others.

I honor the evening star; the great guffaw of deep healing magic.

I offer praise and thanks for all of creation. I celebrate the fullness of life.

God awaken us and awaken within us.

Brothers and sisters, we shall rebuild our lives.

Let there be no strangers here.

Om.



*By conniewonnie13

Pure Religion is Love in Motion.

Tools

Every tool has its quirks and limitations. When a tool works well for a while, then suddenly appears to stop working, frustration ensues. This is the case recently as Blogger, the tool that Connie and I use to publish this blog has updated to a new version. In addition to that, Connie's voicemail is full, which makes communication more tricky. Suffice to say, once we work though these complications, you dear reader, will be treated to more of Ms. Vandeveer's interesting words and images.

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I Love My Bed

Dynamic Duo

SophieLight

"We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth." - Henry Beston, circa 1925

First Duo

I've always been a sucker for a wink.

Okay. So anyone who's talked to me this year knows how completely and utterly I've given myself over to Terry Moore's Strangers in Paradise.

This is Katchoo.

As a piece of fiction I've been thoroughly enjoying for the better part of a year, Strangers in Paradise has me on the edge of my seat. What fun! As a piece of visual storytelling it seems to be reaching a sort of perfection. It's breathtaking. And funny. I was of course smitten from the start. But this last issue was a real zowie. Four solid black pages spoke profoundly without saying a word, not the tiniest scratch was implied on the perfect pages - just blackness. Like aweful deep space, terrifying in its possibilities.

And the wink. This wink nearly shred me to bits. I would show you the two frames before and after this one but it might spoil it for Those Who Do Not Know Yet.

So I wrote to Terry Moore today and this is what I said about #86: I've always held a deep appreciation for a well placed pause in poetry, in art... SIP has had this in hand on so many occasions... The possibility in those black pages holds infinite breath and life. That said, it was the wink that did me in. What an awesome acknowledgment of a beautiful, complex and mutual friendship. There's so much love in a wink like that. It's easier to bear the parting with such astounding love.

Since it's my personal goal to get you all addicted to Strangers in Paradise I cannot explain some of the details. But what inspired me to say all this, right now, is what I said, taken out of context.

(I've also been reading Margaret Atwood's Writing with Intent.)

Occasionally I write something that goes out into the world very near to the way I actually mean it to. It makes me feel happy.

Setting Up My New Domain, Easy Cheesey!!

www.reverentstrange.com is in the house!

It was easy and cheap, just like me. I decided yesterday that it's time to get this going. Poof go the barriers in my brain. I get so in my own way all the time. I'd like to make a toast to not getting in my own way anymore. Proust!!

Second Trio