From 2008

She wakes from her sleep, as if the moon had shattered. What can break the moon, aside from the memories that seem as though they were three lifetimes ago. She had walked upon that other world, hadn't she? That place where color blazed on every leaf and blade, as if the stars were rainbows. The mere recollection is as a chant of joy that leaps into the heart, driven and swift, and beckons with the fury of beating wings.

At moments she watches, as they swim in sunlight and in shadowy depths of water warmed by the piercing light. Light that spread out in long sharp rays across the surface, leaving colored sparkles like a million butterflies. And they swim, as if floating, among straight tall stems of green grasses that dance against blue of sacred waters.

She remembers, as if her resurrection was finally at hand, the two as they crawl together over the rim onto the shore and sand. She listens from behind closed eyelids to the verses that sometimes sank so deep into her heart she had to strain to hear them. She opens her eyes to the silver sky and remembers the secret places, the caverns and mystical springs.

But no one else seems to notice. No one sees her remember or hears the chants and verses. No one else knows of the caverns or the deepness of waters or the warmth of the sand or the sparkling butterflies. They don't feel the longing or the wishing for that land or that time. Perhaps they were never there. Or maybe it was just a dream. And so, she will choose to forget again, until the next morning when she wakes.

Written by
Rachelle LeCount
2008

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Beautiful Version

Lyrics:

When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble all around
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There`s a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your windowpane
To a place behind the sun
Just a step beyond the rain

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There`s a land that I heard of once in a lullabye
And somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Some day Ill wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
And troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops
That`s where you`ll find me

Somewhere, over the rainbow bluebirds fly
If birds can fly over the rainbow
Why, oh then why can`t I?

Someday Ill wake and rub my eyes
And in that land beyond the skies
Youll find me
Ill be a laughing daffodil
And leave the silly cares that fill my mind behind me

Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
If birds can fly over the rainbow
Why, then oh why can`t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can`t I?

Repeats

Wishing For Sidewalks

Silently we go, understanding not what lies ahead, but knowing something is missing. Our pack? Our pony? But the daunting darkness reveals not the answer.

Stumbling, we cannot say where we are going, or even where we are. Time drags. Loud footsteps race up from behind and we are frozen with fear.

We wish for successful outcomes, for softer terrain and the smoothness of sidewalks, but none are to be found and outcomes are yet unknown.

There is no compass. No map. There is night. There is sleep. It's tempting to stay safe under the cover of pitched tents beside crackling fires, waiting for mornings that never come.

Yet, we know. Somehow we know this is our illusion. It is not real. It is deception.

Though the road be long and wearisome, we have but to move forward following the one who travels ahead. Making the burden that small bit lighter. To simply listen to his guiding call. That voice that soothes if only our souls hear.

© Rachelle
2003

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The Eternal Promise

The beauty of the beloved awaits in the charmed stillness and knowledge of his promise. For all it's disappointments and trials, hope shall not be dissolved. For it was sown by the spirit which breathed even before the lungs were shaped. As we move in this limited form, amidst the few grand things of earth, he ceaselessly provides us that taste of a mercy and a grace by which all tears will end and youth be restored and stretched in infinite circles.

The soul does beseech him, as surely as with clasped hands or tightened eye on bended knee. Though there is no need for such things. He has heard his children. The promise, still distant, is brought to our remembrance in visions and stirrings that, while unmeasured, are exacted according to all good purposes. Glimpses of splendor magnified a thousand times. We alone, who are his, will hear his assurance - the eternal promise.

© Rachelle
2008

January 2009
March 2009

I can tell by your eyes
That you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror.

I don't want to talk about it
How you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?

If I stand all alone
Will the shadow hide the color of my heart
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears

And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
This ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.

From Helen Georgia

We're in Helen Georgia for the Holiday weekend. Mostly we're just chilling, but we did go out shopping this morning and the main stop of the morning was, of course, Zuzu's Petals Rock shop, owned and operated by Linda and Geoff McAllister, where I got a lovely Unakite necklace and matching earrings, as well as a Septarian nodule. I'd like to take some pictures of the few items there I've gotten over the last few years. Hopefully I'll be able to do that some time during the upcoming days after we get home from our much needed vacation.

We didn't bring the power cord for the laptop and I'll run out of battery power in a minute, so that's about it for now.

[Also see HERE]

King Hummingbird

By JJ Grey & Mofro



A crown of red, king hummingbird
There upon your perch, say the word
And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg
For the life I took from you my king
Oh this empty thing I’ve done

Everywhere I go, I feel you there
Do you even know me?
Do you even care?

The deepest green, and rainbow blue
As delicate and light, as morning dew
Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath
Filling me with wonder, for all that is
But I took careful aim and I made no sound
For no reason I can think of now
Oh this empty thing I’ve done

Everywhere I go, I feel you there

Untitled

like a well -
no, like a fountain
it overflows and spills
faster than i can contain it
and i am beneath it
but the oxygen is pure here
i can breathe and move
under it's liquid pressure

now i realize, after all,
it is not to contain it that i wish
but to set it free
to pour -
to run like a river
and in doing so i can hope
that it will, in the end,
flow back to me
bringing with it all that i knew
but didn't understand

© Rachelle

What Every Woman Needs

Every woman needs to have had at least one man in her life who is strong, responsible, wise and ethical. All others will be judged in comparison to that one man.

The Firefly

"Firefly teaches us to bring things into focus and to lighten the path that is hidden in order to understand our life force. He gives the spark of divine insight and inspiration. Firefly aids in illuminating what is hidden, understands what is confusing, brings wonder and awe in the darkness. He will teach strength to replace fear in the midst of the darkness; spiritual or emotional. Sometimes the faintest the light will see you through. Allow firefly to guide you - in the moment, through the forest of life and to navigate what you are unable to perceive or understanding. It is the light that should be your focus, not the dark. Firefly will show you how, so watch carefully!"

From HERE

Here is a summary list of symbolic meaning of the firefly:

• Inspiration
• Illumination
• Patience
• Attraction
• Energy
• Hope
• Aspiration
• Guidance
• Efficiency
• Creativity
• New Ideas
• Awakening

The symbolic meaning of the firefly of course deals with light, illumination and the like. Although an important focus, the issue of light is not the high feature behind the symbolic meaning of the firefly. Rather, it is the messages this wondrous creature gives us while her light is off may be most profound to our growth.

An ordinary looking creature during the day, admittedly, the firefly is a remarkable sight when it glows at night. This is a symbolic message to us humans that although our physical appearance may seem one way - it is our internal makings - what is inside us (such as our spirit) that makes us shine from the inside out. That which is within us will always illuminate us and those around us.


"Fireflies"
JJ Grey & Mofro



When we were youngin's
We used to play all day
Lord and when the night came
Oh them lights would dance away
Oh so good so warm it felt to play
Like being in your mama's arms
So safe

Where did all the fireflies go?
Hold your breath no more movement in the night
Where did all the fireflies go?
I heard someone say
They ain't never coming back

Running wild feeling oh so free
Trying to light the night up
With the fire inside of me
Oh them lights Lord they let me be me
Where did all the fireflies go where did they go?

Where did all the fireflies go?
Hold your breath no more movement in the night
Where did all the fireflies go?
I heard someone say
hey ain't never coming back

This Place

I found this scribbled on a piece of paper, when I was going through some old journals and boxes of mementos.

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this place
what can I say about this place
were it not for the properties known to me
i would not have come here to begin with
the fallacy of their truths
the untimeliness of the years
it's much less than i care to experience
such an unfriendly place
with it's tempting unruliness

© Rachelle LeCount

See last June's postings

Beautiful Things

Every day I write the list
Of reasons why I still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
And even though it's hard to see
The glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
So... light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
Never close my eyes

I thank you for the air to breathe
The heart to beat
The eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
And all the things that's been and done
The battle's won
The good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
So ...
Here I go again
Singin' by your window
Pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find

The world was meant for you and me
To figure out our destiny
(a thousand beautiful things)
To live
To die
To breathe
To sleep
To try to make your life complete
(yes yes)
So ...
Light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
That is everything I have to say
(that's all I have to say)

My Name is Diaphanous

I am Diaphanous
And I am weightless
I am serene and impalpable
Nebulous and yet material
I am the obscurity of a parable
As vague as the wings of a moth
I am delicate and I am meager
Though I am porous and thirsty
I am powdery fluorescence
Ever ambiguous and yet distinct
I am the transparency of a cloud
I am weightless
And I am Diaphanous

© Rachelle
June 2011

Also see:
Door of Glass
Bells of Heaven
Pegs & Holes

Lately

What's going on with me lately? Dentists, Dogs and Closets - that's what.

Our poor oldest shih tzu, Chester, started having seizures a few months back and they're getting worse. Perhaps the heat it contributing.

A closet make-over that was supposed to last a weekend has turned into three weeks.

Major dental procedures are planned for the next year or two. They'll have to be spread out over a period of time due to insurance limitations. Not to mention the problem I have with TMJ. I also have panic attacks at the dentist's office sometimes. But I'm developing a relationship with this one, so it's getting a little easier.

While I'm working on various projects and otherwise being scattered brained due to my busy-headed nature, particularly under stress, I have lines of poetry and things I want to write that swim around in my head, but I can't seem to relax into it. Oh well.

That covers the basics of what's up with me.

Witness

This song has a special place in my heart.

"Witness"
by Sarah McLauchlan



Make me a witness
take me out
out of darkness
out of doubt

I won't weigh you down
with good intention
won't make fire out of clay
or other inventions

Will we burn in heaven
like we do down here
will the change come
while we're waiting

Everyone is waiting

And when we're done
soul searching
and we carried the weight
and died for a cause
is misery
made beautiful
right before our eyes
will mercy be revealed
or blind us where we stand

Will we burn in heaven
like we do down here
will the change come while we're waiting
everyone is waiting

Naming A Lake

This is something I wrote a few years back and felt it needed to be tidied up a bit.

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I have come to the conclusion that naming a thing perhaps lessens it's value. Words are deviant. They may be necessary tools of human communication, but in reality they are only symbols of a thing, rather than the thing itself.

I could say "Look, there is a lake." But what have I said? I might rather have pointed out the thousands of sparkling reflections of sunlight, or the splashing sounds of a log as it bounces on the surface. While someone else envisions a source of an evening's meal, or the elementary composition of liquids. They might say "No. This is too small. It is, rather, a pond." While I have thoughts of frogs perched on lily pads.

In calling it a lake, I have provided too narrow a definition. Then, again, perhaps too broad. It would be better if I had pointed out the sounds or the tiny splashes and twinkling reflections. Would I be wiser to reference the way in which the water sways, or make note of the scent of bedding trout.

So now, I think I should refrain from calling it a lake again because, in doing so, I've lessened it's value.

© Rachelle

To He Who Created

And so she says to he who has created her:

I could embrace you as a wife embraces her husband, or name myself your immortal soul. I could declare that I am more than myself. And still, I would ask, who am I? What solid thing should I lay claim to and what name shall be my true definition?

I should resolve to cease my attempts to give meaning to myself. It is a futile endeavor. If from you I was taken, only by you may I be defined. If it is you who has created me, then it is only you who can name me or give me purpose.

© Rachelle

Also see Name Me

Night Writing - 3

Part 3

(continued from HERE)

i see a dark room
i walk in
there are closets of glass
glass closets filled with water
inside are what appears to be people
are they sleeping i wonder
but no, i think they are suspended
they're not dead
but more dormant than anything else

their positions are odd
half standing and half slumped
in their strange unnatural slumber
the water is murky

there are beams in the room
pillars to be more precise
like the ones outside old colonial homes
but the paint is worn off

i think about what i see
it doesn't bother me
but i think about and find it peculiar
and i still hear myself speaking to you

i see things often
more nights than not
i wake in the wee hours of the morning
i see
i think

but it seems rather silly to say "i think"
doesn't everyone think
surely they must
all people think things
perhaps they don't think much about the thinking
i do

how many things i think in the night
in the morning before dawn
but i let myself drift back off to sleep
and later i get up and i live another earthly day
as the day goes by i think about you
i think about telling you the things i see
what i saw and heard during the night

things and thoughts and sights
between sleep and wake

i think about eve and adam
about angels and heaven
about mysteries so beautiful
that to solve them might almost seem a crime
but i secretly long to solve them nonetheless
or at least be challenged by them
during the morning before dawn
and at night between sleep and wake
things i let myself forget as i live another earthly day

and i still can hear myself speaking to you
saying and opening
asking and inquiring
wanting and needing
to give and to receive
to respond
to say
to speak
to see

© Rachelle

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