Inspiring Art

She appeared in the doorway as if the wind had blown her onto my blank canvas all at once in full color. Soaked from rain’s song. Shaking her head and laughing wildly. She was unaware of her crackling impact on the still inside air. Surprisingly refreshing like a summer storm. Embracing Nature. Inspiring art.

~Just L (June 25, 2018)

I Am The Center


I lie here on my mat;
In the center of the Universe;
I am ready to practice;
To simply be.

I am standing in the grass;
Centered in the Universe;
Ancient as the trees;
Steady in the breeze.

I am reaching for the sun;
Saluting the Universe;
Bone stacked on bone;
Diving over the bees.

I lie here in the park;
I am the center of the Universe;
Breathed in by God;
God is in me.

~Just L (June 20, 2017)

Cross-pollination Encouraged, Naturally

In general, on a single avocado tree all the open flowers will be synchronised. That means they will be all functionally male or all functionally female.

The avocado pollen of one tree is compatible with itself and quite capable of pollinating its own flowers — known as self-pollination.

The avocado has a ‘complete’ flower, but with an unusual behavior known as ‘protogynous dichogamy’. The avocado flower has both functional male and female organs in the one flower, but opens and closes twice over a two-day period — the first day as functionally female and the next as functionally male. Each opening stage only lasts about half a day.

The unusual flowering behavior is to reduce the likelihood of self-pollination occurring — by minimizing the amount of own-pollen about when female stages are receptive.

So while self-pollination is possible it appears to take the fun out of functionality.

~Just L (NaPoWriMo, April 22, 2017)

Is this what love is made of or does this seem absurd?

Strolling along without a care in the world. Flowers dance and leaves unfurl. Sun on the face and breeze at the back. Heart full, there is no lack. It could have happened anywhere. The taste of anticipation in the air. Seduced by confident silence, and the scent of cloves. Enjoying entwined hands and toes. Eyes sparkly as diamonds in the light. The joy of finding something precious one glorious night. Devouring each other in a frenzy. The object of every couple’s envy. Fearlessly reaching for the Divine. Lines blurred between thine and mine. Bodies pressed together coo as sweetly as singing birds. Is this what love is made of or does this seem absurd?

~Just L (March 2, 2017)

Published in the April 2017 Blender of Love Digest.

What if the Universe said yes?

What if the Universe said yes?

At last I can imagine not having to guess

Whether I’ll be kissed each morning or held each night

When the whole world loves me back how can I be stressed?

Every need met I can afford to be wild at heart

My emotional safe blown wide open

Hey World, Take me as I am !

Watch me push heaven’s boundaries

Enjoying the luxury to choose only the very best

Yet relishing the earth’s variety

Every reason to be entirely selfless

I am crushing on every newly discovered part

I can’t lose because I am madly in love with my life!

~Just L (October 19, 2016)


On the Mouth

She Falls 1had arrived at the mouth of her favorite place. The headwaters commenced deeper in the forest beyond her, and perhaps beyond her comfort. She had found the most exquisite patch of earth just ahead on the trail where the sun streamed through the tall fir trees two decades before; yet, arriving upon it never ceased to thrill. Skipping excitedly out onto what was once a natural bridge now eroded by the supernatural she closed her eyes allowing both ears to be equally filled with the roar of rushing water. Whenever her world had become too noisy she longed for these places, and sought them out on trails, in parks, and too often these days in the shower. Standing in the dancing shadows, she knew she was almost there. She felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach as she spotted her destination: A large flat rock, pre-treated by the sun, the one with the natural dip that perfectly cradled her seat allowing a book to perch comfortably on her knees. Its expanse large enough to share with another, though the unwritten rule of the Universe stated that if someone else had set up there first you would not disturb them. She understood all too well that perhaps they were also stealing a small slice of peace 45 minutes from the urban hustle. Escaping from that or running toward this, one never knew. She knew the powers of the stone melting away the burdens of too many days… Ah, that glorious refining heat, and so, on those occasions, she never stayed. And, she was thankful that others who knew the rules of survival, upon discovering her, had also quietly backed away. Oft times there would be families camping nearby with children playing on the rock, using it as a stepping stone to the myriad of treasures below, or simply for viewing the falls. This, of course, was different, and when she happened upon these inhabitants of her sacred place, she was never disturbed. She took a deep breath and openly engaged those enjoying their first discoveries, or smiling silently as mothers worried when their young ones teetered too close to the edge or as their teens bound from fallen log to log to the rock slides in the river below the lower falls. On this day it was hers, as if it had been reserved. Settling in she unpacked here, as she always did, carefully setting each piece out on the altar of this glorious day — forever called today. First things first she put on her sunglasses and took off her socks and shoes, squirming just a bit as the warmth of the earth soothed her weary feet. Or was it her soul? She took a sip of water refreshing with its bite of lemon, and put the bottle in a close by crevice so it wouldn’t roll into the clear blue-green below. She had already sacrificed so many things to these falls where upon arriving in Oregon she was told her Spirit Guide resided: cameras, a favorite jacket once, and many tears… So much so, she knew that smartphones and anything more than one delicious bottle of beer had no business here. Next from its cheesecloth swaddle emerged a baguette, Brie, pepper jerky, frozen grapes and kiwi: A communion for one. She had long ago learned chocolate could not survive here unless expertly tucked into a croissant — never mind the usual buttery flaky pastry was smashed flat, it all went down deliciously the same. She savored each bite, as if she for the first time tasted such delights. Each time was a rebirth as she consciously slowed herself down enough to notice how much feeling was always available to her awareness. This was her offering, long before prayer and yoga became part of her practice. A light breeze kissed her face, and she closed her eyes to take it in. Her heart shined as the mist of the falls sprinkled her cheeks. This, simply this, after all, is why she is here are on this particular day. To be kissed by God. She yelled into the pounding of the falls, “I love you, too!” And the falls answered her, as it always did, with an endless, “Shhhhhh…” Opening her eyes, she steadied herself from the heady rush of the moment. Pulling out her pen and journal she began to write of love… The kind that never ceased to meet her right here… On the mouth.

~Just L (found poem, February 3, 2015)

Lower Falls, Salmon Creek

From Found to Lost


NaPoWriMo Day 28: Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning. Now, the story doesn’t have to be complicated (it’s probably better if it isn’t)! 

Setting up camp, I kept that inside.

Arriving at our destination, I did a little happy dance of elation.

The first mile in was rough going until we hit our stride.

I’m sure he had his doubts how this was all going to work out.

After all I had never hiked a trail, let alone wore a pack.

I was determined not to be a burden and began weighing this and that.

My head began to spin with the preparations that must be made for this future.

I, on the other hand, couldn’t think of a more glorious way for a week in June to be spent.

“Darlin’, you make hiking up a dirty trail sound so romantic!”

I very much liked the idea – a beautiful trek between the aesthetic and literary appreciation.

“You gotta hit the PCT with me this summer! That’s IF you still like me,” he ventured.

The seed was planted with a text and ended with a tent.

~Just L (April 28, 2016)

Author’s Notes: Inspired by Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild” and real events with Allen on the Pacific Crest Trail..

#abouthim #pct #pnwwonderland


NaPoWriMo Day 22: Today’s prompt comes to us from Gloria Gonsalves, who also suggested our prompt for Day Seven. Today, Gloria challenges us all to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing!

Opening her eyes she saw not just the trees but the whole forest – Perhaps for the first time.

Under this canopy of protection and beauty, she rested on the earth, and closed her eyes.

She felt the gravity caressing her body, solid and without fail.

Imagining all that can be. Thankful for all that is.

She rose and ran toward all that was to come.

And the earth followed her. Smiling.

~Just L (April 22, 2016, revised from “Uprooted” July 29, 2015)