Blue Moon

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone ...

Once every three or four years when the planets align and the mood is just right, there is this anomaly called a blue moon. Even though the moon is not necessarily blue it is most beautiful and bountiful, and big.

Perhaps the thing to remember about a blue moon is that it is indeed rather rare. It gives us a second chance to howl and dance, and dream.

When ever I see a full moon it fills me with anxiety and a lust for life for sure. It makes my heart race and my blood boil. Could it be that we are connected somehow to this I primordial presence and bound by its gravitational tug and pull?

As I stand on my terrace tonight and bask in its lunar glow, I can't help but remember other full moons in other times and places. Full moons in Paris and Portugal. Blue moons in Rio and Rome, and many other occurrences from San Francisco to Miami more. Each and every time this luminary appears there is magic surrounding it and I stand in awe of it.

If there is a universal deity than the moon must be its other, for as the stars in the firmament concur there could not be another ...

Swimming for Life

At times I feel I am afloat upon a stormy sea. With one hand holding on for life and the other holding thee.

Sometimes the winds are volatile and other times serene, but most times they are what they are and I am where I need.

To venture forth in haste, unbraced is something we must heed. But to venture out in confidence is something we must need.

When calm has come to consciousness in moments where agreed. Then gentle thoughts of calm repose can heal the heart indeed.

I find myself immersed in life and awash amongst its seas. But with the help of other hands I find my course and lead. And find my voice indeed.

Being Master of My Soul

 

 

I silently sing a rhyming song. A song of many moon lit notes. A song that's never done.

Like water in an autumn sky, where currents ever run. To the sun drenched shores of eternity, from where they first have come.

Then time itself stands by alert, kissing the coming dawn. A new day awakens the sleeping soul, and a new beginning has begun.

Spirits of the earth and sky let your selves be known. Conjure up a perfect moment, let you energies be  shown.

All your elements are now in play, air, earth, fire and water combine into a magic mix that sets the autumn skies on fire.

Then setting in the evening sun you rest upon the night, and in so doing give it life and set its wings to flight.

Perhaps my wish if granted woud be to hold you in eternity.

Change

What a year, and the best is yet to come!

Starting with a change of residence, to an early semi retirement, to a reinvention of self, and culminating in a marriage in Palm Springs California. It has been a year of change. A year of lovely, wonderful changes ...

You may have noticed that my blog was stalled back in October. Stalled but not stopped. For those of you who follow by blog, it has continued on facebook.com and will be translating to blogspot.com this month. However, we may be changing over to a new blog spot soon. I will be posting progress along the way. And if anyone has missed me, feel free to contact me at haysdobnick.com for a copy of past postings.

Change is good. Some times volital, but most times good!

Namaste ...

Meditiation in Blue & White

Cool, crisp paradise of blue and white. Miracle of nature standing serenely in the days pure light.
Perfect vision of another space in time. Specter of a secret place where we can join in songs and rhymes.
May you never dream alone in time, or cry in vain at anytime.

And when you sleep in the dark of night may guardians lovingly protect your flight. Till the morning comes again with might to bathe you in its gentle light.
All your dreams they can come true. And all they really need are you!

Transitions

Transitions are the universe's way of saying it is time to change. Whether it is a situation, a career or a life style, it is the a warning or suggestion that something more is about to come.   

Subtle, silent reminders of earthly mortality and more, the shifting sands of time concur that there is always shore.

A shore from which to start your journey to sail on and soar. On vessels made from loving dreams and christened by our yore.

When tides of time anoint the sails and blow us to and fro, then steer with oars we must begin, to chart our course, or no.

On the crest of waves we gain our thrust and fly across the sea. But constant care must be observed lest on the reef we'll be. Dashing hopes of long held dreams and swimming in the sea.

I have felt the strain of gravity pulling at my soul. I have felt the hand of mortality as it pushes me to the shoal. And I have felt the freedom of restraint when all is wrong. 

Perhaps it is infinity that holds the final key. A time, a place, a season that allows me to be free.   So let us trust in happenstance and learn from it indeed. That life is what we make of it. It's life itself we need.

The Art of Nesting

Sometime in the year 2011, in late July, my 5th reincarnation occurred. How does that saying go? When you're not looking that's when you find it.

To find a loving partner such as I did at any age is rare, but to find love at my time in the life line is miraculous indeed.

As with any reincarnation, life must transmute and energies must be reassigned. However, once the new life begins there are always flash backs of previous experiences, both good and bad, but mostly good.

My new life has a new song and it sounds like a very familiar tune but with a new arrangement and most definitely in its own key. After living for 18 years in the cloisters of Lincoln Park, and immersed in the culture of the north side, I decided that a physical move was the answer to aid in the process of recreation.

In order to attempt a successful move into a new life, it makes sense to change the soil before transplanting. So a world wind of searches for the next "nest" ensued.

From north to south, and west to east, we wandered daily much like the Israelites looking for the promised land. It is not easy to take up old roots and shake them off. But sometimes it is most necessary to revive. History will record I think that the operation was a total success, and the patient survived and more.

Along with my new life and new love has come a showering of affection from new family and friends. Not that I have abandoned the old and familiar but perhaps rearranged priorities along the way.

Don't you find it exciting when a new day awakens and the sounds and smells of the morning blow through your window and tantalize your senses? Our new life has come to us bearing unexpected gifts and feelings of exhilaration. A utopian existence that I cherish everyday.

It has been almost three months since we crossed the river, literally. Ensconced in the arms of the "Commons" we have taken to our new environs like two birds in flight. Winging our way along life's landscape and charting our course in time. Many memories have come with of course and in our new home they are gentle reminders of lives well lived.

Oh, and did I mention, our cardinals and robins have found us again? There is even a pair of squirrels that visit, as if to say welcome home.