Wild at Heart

One last look at *SoliDea FoliEs* single item auctioned outfit for 2Lei . Hair: Lelutka . Mask: LaGyo .

My more regular followers know, or may suspect, I am a writer. I love words, I’d roll around in them like a dog, if only I were able. But when it comes to poetry, I am woefully lacking, I always have been. So for this I follow a few cherished blogs. And this is where a random set of events just seemed to cataclysmically fall into place in, what I think, is a rather peacefully settling way. The Saturday before the 2Lei show, my father had another stroke, so we rushed him to the hospital and it appeared he wouldn’t get better. That Monday, one of these beloved blogs I follow, Blue Angel Wolf “Poetry Under a Hat”, forgive me for not asking to snitch your poem, ( http://blueangelwolf.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/wild-heart/ ) wrote a poem and it moved me deep inside. Having an appointment, in three days, I sent the poem to Skip Staheli (http://www.flickr.com/photos/37690108@N05/ ) asking if it would be okay if we did a picture about the poem and always the creative soul, he readily agreed. But that said, to me, having an idea was great, but I needed to come up with a style for the poem. Wouldn’t you know, one of my best friends in the world, Mila Tatham, ( http://solideafolies.wordpress.com/ ) either that day or soon after, gave me the dress that would be auctioned for 2Lei, the UN’s “International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.” It was kismet from start to finish. I expected the picture to be done around Christmas, after all I’d just taken it, but as my father’s life declined, we moved him to Hospice yesterday, Skip finished unusually quickly, somehow, maybe from some angel guiding his hand, and with the love of these people, or at least my love for them, this is my borrowed gift (since all the creative talent was given by others) to my father. Thank you all, not just these incredible creators, but you all too. After all, if you didn’t take the time to peek in here, no one would be able to see my present.

~Wild Heart~ By BlueAngel Wolf

my heart is a wild thing
being called I seek
out into the dark
into something unknown
neither goods nor gold
nor house nor hearth
treacherous bonds
or showy mirth
do I seek
or call
my wild heart
not to be possessed
or possess nor control
running in every field of death
wild as wild flowers bloom and fall
emptied to earth’s muddied patience
my wild heart
courageous in vulnerability
honouring great mystery
in cosmic soul humilitiy
blessed in both joy and sorrow
wine and roses hemlock and thorns
transparent to heaven stone-walled hell
either door I’ll love you ever more
in awe from sacred fire source
my wild wild, wild heart

I almost didn’t include a song, but I can’t help it. Today, it fits me. ❤