4.19.14  NaPoWriMo PROMPT:  today’s (optional) prmpt. This is a bit silly, but it’s Saturday. I recently got a large illustrated guide to sea shells. There are some pretty wild names for sea shells. Today I challenge you to take a look at the list of actual sea shell names below, and to use one or more of them to write a poem. You poem doesn’t have to be about sea shells at all — just inspired by one or more of the names.

Peruvian Hat
Snout Otter Clam
Strawberry Top
Incised Moon
Sparse Dove
False Cup-and-Saucer
Leather Donax
Shuttlecock Volva
Striped Engina
Tricolor Niso
Triangular Nutmeg
Shoulderblade Sea Cat
Woody Canoebubble
Ghastly Miter
Heavy Bonnet
Tuberculate Emarginula
Lazarus Jewel Box
Unequal Bittersweet
Atlantic Turkey Wing

One never knows where a word will guide you.  Join me.

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Unequal Bittersweet Quest

 

You clam up when I yearn

for dialogue.  What do we do

with this forbidden subject?

Is it just an American thing?

We are culturally unprepared?

 

We will all do it so why not

scamper along the options road.

Death.  It is our end gift.

Do we want to go with earth

or fire?  Our bone sacks

already sag.  Where do they

want to be?  Liberated

by fire so friends can take

chunks of bone and ashes to toss

over mountain tops and rivers?

 

Or settled sweetly beneath earth

where roots can bind 

and earthworms rid us of the unnecessary?

Perhaps near a towering cedar

where ravens will sing my name in sunbreaks

and owls will remember me into the night.

 

It is part of the aging conundrum,

this resting place, the cave that tends

the final inert body. 

 

Where shall we be, my Love?

Together always in spirit

even if one is earth and the other fire.

 

C.J. Prince

©2014

World Tai Chi & Qigong Day

It starts in New Zealand.  10 AM and rolls around the world.  The energy, the chi magnifying, enhancing breath, harmony, unity, oneness, and peace.

10 AM in Sudden Valley we catch the breath of chi on a cool breeze off the lake.  Clouds hang heavy with rain.  Louis and Michael start a fire to warm us after Tai Chi practice.

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Debi and John’s grandson Jay strikes the Japanese gong thrice.

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We practice–even the spectators join, teens to eighties– Tai Chi 24 Form and Tai Chi 48 Form…and take shelter just as rain starts to fall.  It is our fifth year to gather and celebrate this worldwide celebration for peace through movement.

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After a potluck of fabulous, chi-ful food, we drum under the guidance of Chrystal Lynne while the rain falls and the fire warms

Peace and gratitude to all.

Image.Gathering around the fire pit.