Saturday, January 21, 2017

I AM Where the Enneagram finds you, and points to.

Every day is one of evolution.

The Rational, Idealistic Type: Principled, Purposeful, Self-Controlled, and Perfectionistic

The Caring, Interpersonal Type: Demonstrative, Generous,
People-Pleasing, and Possessive

The Success-Oriented, Pragmatic Type: Adaptive, Excelling, Driven, and Image-Conscious

The Sensitive, Withdrawn Type:
Expressive, Dramatic, Self-Absorbed,
and Temperamental

The Intense, Cerebral Type: Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated

The Committed, Security-Oriented Type: Engaging, Responsible, Anxious, and Suspicious

The Busy, Fun-Loving Type: Spontaneous, Versatile, Distractible, and Scattered

The Powerful, Dominating Type:
Self-Confident, Decisive, Willful, and Confrontational

The Easygoing, Self-Effacing Type: Receptive, Reassuring, Agreeable, and Complacent
I zealously pursue noble causes
see the blacks, whites;
But systems fail me.

I desire from my heart
But it turns tortuously inside me,
conflicted - by desire for affirmation.

I feel the place where I lay my head
But I do not rest - that
I might not recognize some success.

I sense majesty in all creation,
long to be empowered
But find no completion.

I listen precisely
to intimate intimacies
But remain aloof.

I understand what is right:
protecting, supporting, uplifting
But I know no direction.

I show, express, perform, teach
with an eventful flair
But know no certainty.

I passionately lust ahead
exaggerating the rightness
of where I stand;
But refuse to turn any corner.

I hear the quiet of my pulse
Like a secret, feeling
it pounding out of time.

I am at the foot of the cross
brokenness awaits
your resurrection in me.
I am diligently desiring good
most tolerant of imperfection.

I am generous of spirit
extending and uplifting embrace.

I am creating from within
achieving great things in love .

I am extraordinary in the ordinary
present in all wonder

I am discerning
and the walk is daily.

I am trusting
deeply, drinking
from the strength of truth.

I am enthusiastically
embracing wisdom.

I am passionate for life
championing social justice.

I am profoundly tranquil
confident, and at peace.

I am whole
head, heart and gut
chains broken
for this time and forever


Saturday, January 7, 2017

De Journey to My Solstice

Imprecise memories mingle.
It is not obvious in my days 
what I tangle in my mind.
Fallible in skips, voids, 
misplaced in thought and keys
at midlife, still searching for luck .

Four-leaf clovers occupied my imagination
more than Barbie or Jesus. 
Suspecting luck, the kissing cousin of fate,
would - could - should hobnob;
leapfrogging me over necessity 
into a tyranny of urgent, of possible

with Art. Fractal Gobbled-y-gook:
What does one do with luck?  Get a snowflake’s
destiny! Help it along. Add a regal “de”
before the family name.

Vittorio de Sica, our acquaintance made 
in caressed pages of a shelf-long encyclopedic
book by wide-eyed ogling, me. Our name 
in local marquee lights. Comedic. The world 
is on show. Divorce Italian Style’. A matinee. 
A man, nothing to do, nowhere to go. Fate’s 
finite area rhythmically repeats. Irony 
in cinematic modes of vision, unerring.
Serendipity, makes both true: choice and 
chance. I marvel. A celluloid masterpiece, 
directed by an infinitely distant cousin. Awake
from Winter an invisible Summer, an uncertain
man and his dog story, Umberto D (and Flike)

My last triad, taking stock again of leaves 
embracing the darkness of My Solstice and nature 
like a poet with cautions to heed: not to arrive 
with Blue Jay beggary I fold into the dark 
with thickened fur, to cherish the world and people
as they are, with all their failings, and faint
tender connections to the beauty of being. Space 
lurks in the tilted balance of my body clock 
between same old things in infinite perimeter. 

Copious clover with three leaves belie the fact
that Life is truly a factor of four

By Adele Houston Week One and Two of 2017

The Writing Prompt: Use concepts of Transition, Solstice, New Adventure, Hero’s Journey, or other concept of change relating to endings and beginnings. Relate it to yourself, our world, religion, politics, or other situation that feels right
. NOTE: Maiden name S.A.Sica