“The situation is hopeless but not serious.”
Paul Watzlawick

Here you’ll find musings on the necessity of solitude, re-thinking perspectives, new paradigms for relationship and intimacy, living creatively, guidance for hard times, questions about what’s essential and some of my own poetry.  May you pause long enough to listen and so recognize your own heart-wisdom and beauty in these reflections.  Enjoy!

Image: Marc Chagall

A True Accounting of One Woman’s Poetry Instigations

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A True Accounting of Poetry Instigations from October 2006 – October 2019,
in Honor of the 13th Anniversary for Poem of the Month:

Three poems in 2006 + 144 poems between 2007 and 2018 + 10 poems in 2019 = 157 poems shared via…
the POTM flyer box I stuck in the ground in front of my home 13 years ago, an additional one I stuck front of my sister’s home four years ago, and email, this website and newsletters…

plus 102 monthly Poetry Playshops in the last eight years…

plus 24 poetry weekly poetry giveaways in downtown Bend in the last six months…

plus a super long list of other instigations, planned and/or spontaneous, at retreats, community events and so on and so forth…

plus mornings, almost every one, spent reading, pondering and writing poetry = cha ching!

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The grand total comes to, well, we’re not bean counters here, but
we might agreethis is a whole lotta instigating, which of course
is essentially an accounting of relationships with sentient beings,
including but not limited to human poetry lovers and other humans
to whom I’ve introduced the joy and (and in my humble estimation)
necessity of poetry.

I didn’t aspire to be a poetry instigator.  It happened sans plan
or fanfare when, in October 2006, my neighbor and I shared
our mutual distress over the warfare in Iraq and the role
our very own U.S. of A. had taken.  Said conversation
left us both

thinking aloud….
wouldn’t it be a cool

for people to walk down our street and come upon a flyer box
stuffed with poems for the taking (vs. one that advertises
potential for a commercial transaction), and he said
I love the idea but I just don’t have the time
and I said
I do….

and so, 157 Poems of the Month, 102 Poetry Playshops, 24 weekly poetry giveaways and a whole host of other instigations later…

I’m celebrating Thirteen Glorious Years with Poem of the Month and offering this, the 157th poem…

while making it easy for you to visit the one that first kicked it all off.

The centerpoint of this accounting, and forgive me in advance as I’m perhaps stating
the obvious, is about obeying the heart’s bidding and giving one’s self to those alluring
activities that nourish and fill one with delight.  You, too, can start something.
Do yourself a favor and make no grand plan, then let me know what happens.

With gratitude to you, dear friends, for your support and love of poetry, poets and word-play!
Avec amour, always!  Krayna

PS – The traditional gift for a Thirteen Year Anniversary is lace, and in modern times, textiles or fur.  What I shall do is treat myself to a sheet of scrumptious paper, adorn it with lacy scribbles, sip champagne, then write a poem to express my feelings about the human animal wearing the fur of another animal.   Long Live Poetry!

By |October 1st, 2019|

Grief Is Love With No Place To Go. (Is That True?)

Here’s the full quote:  “Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”  (Jamie Anderson)

This is a very popular idea.  Reading it, it sorta seems like the way it is.  And it’s true, the epicenter of grief is really love.  But whatever makes us think grief could stop the giving of love?

Lucky, my beloved canine companion, died 109 days ago as I write this.  Five weeks after he passed, Freya, an elder dog, came to live with me for six weeks.  People wondered if it would be hard for me to love, let alone foster Freya because of grief.  In fact, nothing was further from the truth.  I could barely wait to love on her.  And there’s 17 year old Annie, a pooch who needs a home for nine days in November.  I await her arrival with eager, open arms.

My love for Lucky is the same love I showered on Freya, the same love I’ll share with Annie, the same love that I feel for the 10,000 things, meaning people, trees, cats, garter snakes, sunbeams, rivers.  In the years following my father’s death, a divorce, a cross country move and other significant changes, I questioned my assumptions about loss, grief and love.

Here’s what I learned:  love is a lavish spendthrift.  Amid tears, a lumpy throat, and that ache we all know when sorrow is a visitor, love goes on loving, giving itself without reservation.  Love doesn’t withhold itself.  That only happens in the narrative that it can’t be given because we’re bereft.

It’s taken time and sensitivity for me to adjust to the new reality of life without the Luckster, just as it did with the loss of my father and ex-husband.  Fair enough.  But the idea that grief is love with nowhere to go turns out to be just that – an idea.

At the center of grief is love that is not contained in a body.  At the center of grief is love with everywhere to go.

Avec amour, always, Krayna

By |September 5th, 2019|

Blessed Are The Curious……

“I have no special talent.  I am only passionately curious.”
Albert Einstein

This four minute film starring Seth Godin is about the attribute that makes the whole of creative life and engagement possible: curiosity.  In it, Godin says:

‘A fundamentalist is a person
who considers whether a fact
is acceptable to their faith
before they explore it.

When you listen, don’t assume Godin is addressing someone else; he’s speaking directly to you and me.  We all have the potential to contract around what is different or unwanted.  And we have the antidote within us…

Curiosity, whichg reflects a spacious quality of awareness.  It serves as an antidote for the mind’s tendency to go on lockdown around the unfamiliar.  It takes us on the hero or heroine’s journey, bringing us into contact with the new, free to engage with others who don’t think or feel like we do.

Consider how curiosity fertilizes the imagination, enlivens conversation, promotes relationship with aspects of self and others that are lesser known, strange or unusual.  Consider curiosity’s opposite: indifference, judgement, apathy.  I imagine life without this inborn quality to be colorless and barren life.

Many folks are schooled to tame, ignore or fear this most excellent human resource. Thankfully, this quality can’t be destroyed. As an ember in a fire, it can be banked, yes, though with air and  attention, our natural curious state of mind flares back to life.

Ask yourself: What are you curious or open-minded about and where do you tend to close down?  What would it be like to bring a curious attitude toward the latter?

May you walk in beauty, joy and curiosity!


By |August 5th, 2019|

Lucky’s Lair

Each month,
the Luckster shares
his own deep thoughts.
he goes back to sleep.

“The chief enemy
of creativity is
common sense.”

Pablo Picasso

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