She Who Bathes in Starlight

She bathed in starlight, this goddess of the night

Nourishing her spirit with elements potently raw, and ancient as time itself

Bathing in the cosmic sea, she floated away to the deepest recesses of herself,

and then on to different selves, different lives

With the last pull of the moon turning the tide back to this world,

The sun rose above the hills, while she squinted awake, sleepy-eyed,

and I tickled her nose with mine, and kissed her ever so gently on the forehead,

because I loved her presently more than I had yesterday,

And so it goes every morning.

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Photo: Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My, Oh My

My words are tender, as the feelings expressed are that of tenderness.

My eyes are sparkling with passion, as the way I view the world is passionate.

My song is light, as I float in air, rejoining my luminous spirit.

My hair, mussy and all about, as I run through the forest, the wind soaring through me like wildfire.

My heart is mysterious, as you left me in wonder, curious, yearning to know the feeling . .

Photo: From a summer evening stroll at the Botanical Gardens. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

The Karmic Ocean

Standing on the shore,

I put my loving intentions out into the ocean

And feel that love gradually coming back, in waves 

She washes over me,

Purifying my soul

The ultimate release, with each pull of the tide 

This picture was taken a few years ago, as i walked along the ocean by Coney Island, in Brooklyn. © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

Goodnight, not Goodbye

Please know, my friend, that I never said goodbye.

Actually, what I said was,

“Goodnight, my darling.

I’ll be by your side throughout the dark night, (as long as you want me to be)

Wherever your dreams will take you . .

and I’ll see you in the morning (when we awaken).

You can poke me.”

It’s so sad that being unwell at the time, my insanity couldn’t find a way to translate this into a deep understanding between two hearts,

yours & mine.

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Photo by me, of tag to a painting at the Sahara public library’s art gallery.

The Mercurial Light bulb

An anecdote from my new blog, The Antidote: zeanecdote.wordpress.com

Truth be told, most of my dreams are too convoluted to hope to write about in a cohesive fashion. But not this one from the other night! I call it, “The Mercurial Light Bulb.”

The dream was as follows . .

I was back in my old neighborhood in South Brooklyn, where I grew up. I was with my childhood friends Paul and Lee. We were sitting in the grass by building one. For whatever reason, Paul had dragged along with him a suitcase on wheels, which was sitting at the far end of the grass. In its little zippered compartment, something was wiggling ferociously to get out.

We had no idea what it could be, and just as we were musing it over, whatever it was broke free of the material and launched 200 meters into the sky. We watched the whole thing, and up, up, up and away it went! I thought to myself, “Holy smokes, what if it hits somebody?” But then figured those chances were unlikely.

Next thing you know, it plunked my friend Lee right on top of his head, bullseye. The thing that hit him, this suitcase monster, turned out to be an iridescent light bulb.  As it bounced on his noggin, it emitted an intense electromagnetic pulse, reverberating through the ground and air, all around us. The iridescence of the light was dazzling. Lee, uninjured but puzzled, rubbed his head, as the light bulb scurried away, bouncing through the grass.

There was a black star chart posted in the grass, illuminated with the twinkly lights of the Universe. I noticed that since this incident occurred, the distance between the orbits of Earth and the planet Mercury had shortened considerably. In fact, the difference was astronomical! Thanks to the suitcase monster, we were now hella close to Mercury, and probably fairly screwed when it went into retrograde!

The End?

Anyhow, a few hours after waking up from this dream I realized how funny the dream connection was between the dangerous light bulb and the planet Mercury, since in “the real world” many light bulbs actually do contain mercury, the heavy metal kind.

Also, I’ve been working on my photography series, Electric Skies (merging characters and storytelling with the photographs), and I could see this dream had a theme of electric skies. Dreams imitating art, imitating life . .

Up, up, up, & Away- P2 

The black cat swiftly climbed up the tree. Unbeknownst to her, this was no ordinary tree swaying in the breeze; it was none other than Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. 

Jorgellson, the Forest Grinch. photo : © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography, from my series, Electric Skies. words: © Lisa Ellen Goodman

Up, up, up, & Away

Black cat climbing a tree into the sky above, while the werewolf howls. 

 

Photo: © Lisa Ellen Goodman Photography

 
From my series, Electric Skies 

Telling stories with a picture, I am creating a book merging literature with photography. 

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