2.04.2013

new horizons...

i've been blogging here for just under 7 years now (3 years after i started fire|water), and it's been a wonderful ride.

but it's time to move on...

as i work to integrate everything into raha reiki, it's best if i begin writing there instead of here and on the original blog.  

this blog will remain up and active for archival purposes (and because i don't want to lose the awesome blogrolls!).  some posts will be cut/pasted to tumblr.  but there will be no new posts here.

if you've followed me this long, i hope you'll join me on the tumblog, or connect via twitter or facebook.

be well, illustrious beings.

love,

omi / nuit


1.15.2013

love, z.s.

{reference points}

there never would have been enough strength. what you needed me to do, be, threatened to break my back.

so i walked.
walked fast, far and long.

i found a place for myself.
a small, simple, pretty place i love.

i had no choice but to make it home.

i found other ways to love.  but none that awakened. none that stayed weekends, cooked breakfast, or drew baths.  none that fed me soup or wrapped me in blankets when the chill came.  none that laughed, cried or moaned with me.  none that kissed me in the rain.

i loved in cool, collected ways.  ways that earned gratitude, friendships and laughter.  ways that danced, sung, prayed sometimes.  it was not passion, but it was often joy.  most of the time, this was enough, this open, public love.

most.

i manage.
i survive.

my heart is a kind of desert, one that remembers itself as rainforest: lush and fertile, plush with brilliant flowers and technicolor birds.

yes, there is beauty in the desert: a stark palette of necessity, utility.  the sky is still its blue; some cacti flower.

life just under the surface...love buried in sand full of dormant seeds and preserved pollen.  the arid blessing that maintained the bodies of ancestors for thousands of years.  a whispering love, praying the wind will serve as audience.  the occasional, elusive oasis fed by hidden waters.

it is there.

it is still deciding what to be.

brash as an explorer, excavating buried realms?
skittish as a lizard?

it survives, though.

like so many things that shouldn't, but do...it survives.

because it is, i am.

and i go on.

in my little home
in the desert

with
a love
that
awaits
a monsoon.

1.13.2013

z. soledad





















i have been opening to the blessings of solitude
since, in some ways, i have no choice.

i thought again of names.

zefina soledad

she that god has blessed with increase
yet who is often alone...

some part of my soul has named herself.

and it is good.

1.06.2013

progress...

the manuscript is up to 50ish pages, total.  but much of that is appendices, the intro, stuff like that.

i'd say maybe 40 pages is pure content.

excerpt posts coming...maybe?

1.05.2013

inception

















Sat., Aug. 23, 1986

Dear Diary,  

I just got you today. I'm going to write a [sic] lots of stuff in you. 
I can't sleep tonight so I took you out, unlocked you and wrote in you. good night. 

Lesley :-)

come, dambala...

mama nina
workin the ancestral antenna

givin the downpressor
somethin he can feel
in the heart and soul
he act like he ain't got

...til he gets where he's goin.

you slavers will know
what it's like to be a slave...