June 26, 2012
June 22, 2012
A Sacred Choral
Let our dance of dimensional chords immortal
penetrate this presence,
a sensual intensity sculpted amid the colours of the sound
caressing the hold on the soul forever.
With his mystic immensity
the gentility
and passion designing each note;
we transit every vascular flow
of this sacred language intangible.
Our love in this realm made possible
in tone and in rhythm,
abandoning fears and costumes,
giving priority to shared tenderness and passion.
Let us write our song, beloved,
as a romance never before heard,
lest cruel neglect
transpires to end our Love.
MHH 2012
June 3, 2012
Chronicles of the Party Van - 1
Impending autistic hysteria was about to break...
After exchanging our ruby red, intergalactic spaceship for a "loan car" today (as we await conversions on our new black gangsta spaceship), I received an emergency call from Jack's father saying he couldn't pick him up.
You don't play with an autistic kid's routine on a Friday. No. You certainly don't introduce "new".
I tore over the mountain, admittedly loving ripping through the manual gearbox of the paint peeling, rattling, random unidentifiably groaning, loan car, to get to J.
In my mind rattling off the variations I could use to convince Jack that this was fun and normal, not "different"...
I walked in, late, to his classroom.
He looked up and tears sprang to his eyes as he immediately started raking at his right arm (anxiety)
"Mum...but where is Dad? Dad is coming!"
Holding him, gently explaining, trying to settle him before all broke loose... then asking him, with all the enthusiastic tone I could muster, if he was ready for a "mad adventure" in a new car.
We headed out and at first glance, he gasped, more delighted than distressed,
"Mum! What is this?!"
I showed him the ramp, how the wheelchair loaded in, put him in, explaining all the way (his aides cracking up laughing at my explanations).
Locked in, ready to go, Jack was SO excited. I was surprised...a little confused...
I started the loan car and its random groan kicked up spectacularly.
Jack laughed loudly.
"What an great day, Mum! You did it! You did it Mum! You got us a real
Party Van!"
Autism: a walk in the consistently unexpected.
After exchanging our ruby red, intergalactic spaceship for a "loan car" today (as we await conversions on our new black gangsta spaceship), I received an emergency call from Jack's father saying he couldn't pick him up.
You don't play with an autistic kid's routine on a Friday. No. You certainly don't introduce "new".
I tore over the mountain, admittedly loving ripping through the manual gearbox of the paint peeling, rattling, random unidentifiably groaning, loan car, to get to J.
In my mind rattling off the variations I could use to convince Jack that this was fun and normal, not "different"...
I walked in, late, to his classroom.
He looked up and tears sprang to his eyes as he immediately started raking at his right arm (anxiety)
"Mum...but where is Dad? Dad is coming!"
Holding him, gently explaining, trying to settle him before all broke loose... then asking him, with all the enthusiastic tone I could muster, if he was ready for a "mad adventure" in a new car.
We headed out and at first glance, he gasped, more delighted than distressed,
"Mum! What is this?!"
I showed him the ramp, how the wheelchair loaded in, put him in, explaining all the way (his aides cracking up laughing at my explanations).
Locked in, ready to go, Jack was SO excited. I was surprised...a little confused...
I started the loan car and its random groan kicked up spectacularly.
Jack laughed loudly.
"What an great day, Mum! You did it! You did it Mum! You got us a real
Party Van!"
Autism: a walk in the consistently unexpected.
May 28, 2012
Being Crazy is Noisy
John wrote this brilliant article himself. And it's a great read :)
I also love his wife's comments after it :) M
Thanks to Fiona Permezel
Being Crazy is Noisy
I also love his wife's comments after it :) M
Thanks to Fiona Permezel
Being Crazy is Noisy
May 21, 2012
She is Goddess
A goddess is a woman who emerges from deep within herself.
She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light.
She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her.
She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole.
She is a woman who radiates light.
She is magnetic.
She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence.
She has power and softness at the same time.
She has powerful sexual energy that's not dependent on physical looks.
She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortably lives and moves in it.
She cherishes beauty, light and love.
She is a mother to all children.
She flows with life in effortless grace.
She can heal with a look or a touch of the hand.
She is fiercely sensual and fearlessly erotic and engages in sex as her way to share with another in touching the divine.
She is compassion and wisdom.
She is seeker of Truth and cares deeply about something bigger than herself.
She is a woman who knows that her purpose in life is to reach higher and rule with love.
She is woman in love with love.
She knows that joy is her destiny and embracing it and sharing it with others to heal wounds.
She is a woman who has come to know that her partner is as tender, lost, and frightened as she has been at times.
She has come to understand the scars of the boy in him and knows that together, love can be the relief, the healing of their wounds.
She is a woman who can accept herself as she is.
She can accept another as they are.
She is able to forgive her mistakes and not feel threatened by another's even when attacked.
She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked.
She respects boundaries, hers and another's.
She can see God in another's eyes.
She can see God in her own.
She can see God in every life situation.
She is Goddess.
She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light.
She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her.
She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole.
She is a woman who radiates light.
She is magnetic.
She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence.
She has power and softness at the same time.
She has powerful sexual energy that's not dependent on physical looks.
She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortably lives and moves in it.
She cherishes beauty, light and love.
She is a mother to all children.
She flows with life in effortless grace.
She can heal with a look or a touch of the hand.
She is fiercely sensual and fearlessly erotic and engages in sex as her way to share with another in touching the divine.
She is compassion and wisdom.
She is seeker of Truth and cares deeply about something bigger than herself.
She is a woman who knows that her purpose in life is to reach higher and rule with love.
She is woman in love with love.
She knows that joy is her destiny and embracing it and sharing it with others to heal wounds.
She is a woman who has come to know that her partner is as tender, lost, and frightened as she has been at times.
She has come to understand the scars of the boy in him and knows that together, love can be the relief, the healing of their wounds.
She is a woman who can accept herself as she is.
She can accept another as they are.
She is able to forgive her mistakes and not feel threatened by another's even when attacked.
She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked.
She respects boundaries, hers and another's.
She is woman who takes responsibility for everything she creates in her life.
She is a woman who is totally supportive and giving.
She can see God in another's eyes.
She can see God in her own.
She can see God in every life situation.
She is Goddess.
April 30, 2012
"Shards of the present Self"
Poetry is a medium I adore, a language so unique in expression...
This piece, written some time ago, recently called me home again in order to complete it...for now ;)
Cheated by the scourge of emotion
decisions tinged with the blood of
desperation
Needing to be wanted
needing to feel safe
believing the accumulative hype
"Write a list of exactly what you want..."
A glance,
a smile,
an exchange that claims in delight this might be "it"
Compromise begins.
The list cast aside under a reality of reason only real in the mind of the desperately seeking, desperately wanting, desperately needing...
Wondrous encounters,
blissful smiles,
a touch, thrilling
a kiss confirming...
The initial so ecstatically sugared it strengthens the grasp with an opiate toxicity.
Claim in place,
held before law
the initial has fatigued in falsified effort,
the genuine lack now plainly opaque.
Fighting, struggling to hold grasp,
blind to the truth
believing
believing...
as the abuse rallies;
the language fouler
the venom rising
the violence escalating
Taken,
The face is smothered
The body demoralised
Disrespected, disregarded,
one more compromise, mere slave to the desperate need.Used and Dishonoured.
Caged by vow
Used and Humiliated
Incarcerated by obligation
Used and Foolish
There is no love
Truth shatters the glass
all distortion abandoned...
Blame lies only in the fragmented shards of mirror.
MHH 2012
April 18, 2012
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking...
When You Thought I Wasn't Looking...
Our children are watching us
and doing as we do,
not as we say...
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed the
birds in winter, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hold
the door open for others and heard 'thank you' and
'you're welcome', and I learned respect for others.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..
When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and
wanted to say, Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking.'
Little eyes see a lot...
Each of us (parent, grandparent, big brother, big sister, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend)
influences the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today?
Just by sending this to someone else, you will probably make them at least think about their influence on others.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Our children are watching us
and doing as we do,
not as we say...
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed the
birds in winter, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hold
the door open for others and heard 'thank you' and
'you're welcome', and I learned respect for others.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be..
When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and
wanted to say, Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking.'
Little eyes see a lot...
Each of us (parent, grandparent, big brother, big sister, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend)
influences the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today?
Just by sending this to someone else, you will probably make them at least think about their influence on others.
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
This image is taken from my own treatment room at the clinic. Note the incredible artwork, and the brilliant communication within it all, that I am frequently gifted from the children I'm privileged to work with. Each piece carries a tale all its own :) MHH
(Shared with you through my friend, Jackie Loson Rago. Thanks Jackie! )
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