… stupidity …

Ah yes……. what a great word, a great subject.
What is it that could be more irritating than pure Stupidity?
And what IS it about people who are of very ordinary intelligence
that encourages them to think they are smarter than they are?

Must you be smart in order to know how little you know?
Oh I think so.  At least that has been my experience, both with
others, and yes, myself as well.
When you are young, you think you know everything… because
the world is very small, and perhaps you Do know all about it….
that small secure and encased world of yours.
But as you grow and learn, and as the world grows larger with you,
you begin to realize how very Little you actually Know.

Sometimes you’re too stupid to know how stupid you really are.

… fall in love …

bear love

May you fall madly in love this year .. in love with someone who unhinges your tired trajectory, in love with a spouse of several years who might be aching for lightning, in love with demanding children and crazy relatives .. in love with the particular pedigree of genius insanity that has perhaps claimed you in spite of your reluctance .. and certainly in love with an animal, a cloud, a redwood, the wild .. these at least once a day. May you fall in love with this fragile jewel of a world, with hard work, real learning, just causes, petitioning and prayers. May you fall in love with wonder itself, with the grand mystery, with all that feeds you in order that you may live .. and with the responsibility that that confers. May you fall in love with heartbreak and seeing how it’s stitched into everything. May you fall in love with the natural order of things and with tears, tenderness and humility. May this be a magnificent year for you. May you fall deeply, madly, hopelessly, inextinguishably in love.

© Poetess (Rachelle Lamb)

Artwork: Jackie Morris (The House of Golden Dreams)



… it’s all now …

Reposted from April, 2012

Writing is an interesting process.   There’s that word again… interesting.

If you pay attention, you notice changes about yourself… growth, hopefully, and also a broadening of perspective as you see yourself as others might see you.

As the years, and chapters, spin by… faster each year, like horses on their return trip home, one begins to see how the writing changes the writer.

As I review… Re-View… my journals, I enjoy both the actuality of the moment, and the perspective I gain about myself.

I still believe the story I am telling is a valid and delightful story, a classic if you will, with iconic characters acting out some pre- ordained dance, and I also know that he and I have danced before, and will again.  For life is not only ongoing…  it is a forever decision we all have made, and denial is only a brief retreat from what our soul knows……. The Forever Dance.

A new friend of mine, reading my blog for the first time,  noted that she hated thinking of me as hung up on some dude, that she did not see me as someone like that… and so it set me to thinking.

No, my friends, I am not… Not that type, nor that woman. This was a chapter of my ongoing life, and I am firmly in the now, whilst enjoying a story that for me has become something classic that I want to share. For there are not only wonderful stories and dreamscapes…. there are things to be learned…. and not just for me either.

When I was a child, I thought as a child, I understood as a child…. … I believe that is some bible quotation, but still it renders true, for the journals I wrote then were truly as a child. Love, Romance, and all the attached Thrills were my reality in many ways, and I have paid the price of that naivete.

I have no need to go down that path anymore, for now I see what I went there to see. Love has many flavors, degrees, and depths.  One can Love, and yes, truly Love at that;  but if that Love is not enlightened by wisdom and vision, the quest for love becomes a distraction from the Real, a rush towards emotional sensations, and a mistaking of passion for Love, of thrills for Love, and worse yet, the choice of who receives that focus of Love can end up with Love being thrown at someone who cannot Love at all.

Ah, the Chase, the challenge, the hunt, the seeking of a prize, the reliving and reworking of past and unfinished scenarios…. I see all these things in my past choices.

I am a different person now.  I enjoy my past movies, but I thankfully have moved on to a realer place, having learned from my myriad of choices… I mean…..How many times before you Get it…? They may come up above ground once in a while, and wave a little hello to me, but I see them for what they are, for things I already have figured out, and I smile at myself.

Interestingly enough, most recently I had a visitation from an old/younger Love of mine, and for me it was a clear reminder of what I Really want. He is clear, high minded, multi-faceted, brilliantly beautiful, and accomplished.  A musician, a writer, a thinker, and…a grown up.

In order to make these things happen, he has not frittered his talents and gifts away.  Nay, he has made the best of it all, and as we spent the evening together, I realized that this unassuming and gentle soul was indeed my Twin Soul in so many ways; ways that created seamless mind melds and common ahas… enough to make you believe in the mystery of connections, the Mystical Web of Cosmic Consciousness. And yet in this lifetime, we each have chosen to pursue the lessons of life that were needed to fulfill our promises.

I chose bad boys…. he chose complex and neurotic women… ……funny, huh?

Now, we could have chosen eachother, and it would be a blissful and heavenly blend of all that either could ever want… that became very clear as the evening progressed, and much to our mutual surprise.

Instead, we’ve been doing our homework.  I know that we are drifting on parallel paths, and we also know there is a past andthere is a future…….as well as the Ever Now.

I believe in parallel realities.  I know that these exist simultaneously… so then I was faced with the fact that it’s all just Fine, that it’s all going on just as it should, just as it will, and just as we each decide to write it… I also realized that the He that he is, that I wish I could blissfully enjoy right now, is there always, for me once I learn what I need to learn, once I’m ready to relax, to just Be in Bliss…. Oh, that struggle can be so seductive!  but it’s like you never Get there…

I know that the bliss is there, because I once woke up from a dream, and he was still holding me, my pillow his shoulder, and in the morning misty wakes, I lay in quiet bliss…
I wrote him the dream the next morning… and his reply came as dry and delightful
as he….
This is one of the loveliest messages ever. I’m assuming I was there with you as well, connected by the Jungian trunk line in the dream zone, but unfortunately i didn’t get the in-between lying-in-bed consciousness part. I remember that “nothing to resolve” comment from those many years ago; in fact the whole few days we spent at Big Sur are in vivid technicolor.”

For now, I go on learning my lessons, taking my classes in personalities, and seductive paths. This visit with my beloved friend has reminded me of how far I’ve come, and how far I have to go. It also has reminded me that I Will Not Settle for any less than exactly where I am, and where I’m going, myself.

At some point there are Bardos that we reach, and we jump… and move on to new vistas.  I look forward to the next Bardos… For now, this one has some very nice views and vistas that I shall enjoy for a while. The Bliss is there in the future, there in my dreams, and here in the now as I so choose it.

It’s all here… all of it together …. all Now… all One.

… the grass is greener …

 “A man chooses a great woman as part of a Spiritual journey
to bump up to a higher level.  A great woman is the inspiration.
If a man chooses a lesser woman for lower chakra reasons…
ie.. casual sex for example, he does not want to do the work
required to shift his consciousness into being a great man.
You can always see the character of the man by the woman
he chooses.  We live in a throw away society.  Most don’t want
to work hard to grow, when the grass is always greener…”
~ John Dean


…i decided…

I woke up this morning, and I decided to be happy.

I decided to stop wasting my days with Waiting til things
were the way I wanted.

I decided to sing more and cry less.

I decided to say Thank You more often than I cursed the sky
for not being the Color I wanted.

I decided to smile and enjoy each Mundane Task as a
Privilege……….and to remember how many people
can’t even walk to

Chop Wood and Carry Water…

The blessings of life are just that…

It’s the small moments, when

the beetle lands on your hand, or

the jays decide to nest nearby.

All is Sacred………………I am Sacred.


… the web …

“All living things are one, like

the blood that unites one thing.

Man did not weave the web of life.

He is but a part of it,

he is only a Strand within it.

Whatever he does to the web of life,

he does to himself. “

……..from the Aborigines


…pick up lines…

Her journal is frequently a source of amusement, and
often she’s laughed at herself, and for any number of reasons.

Sometimes it’s just obvious that she’s seen too many movies.
Other times, little insights that popped into head at odd
moments find their way to pen, and
later she is glad she had one.

Here’s One….


Pick up lines through the ages…

1960s………….wanna ball?

1970s………….what sign are you?

1980s………….you look like you need a back rub

1990s …………you’re such a Goddess

2000s…………….have you been tested?


“I wonder..” she thought “what the new one
will be for this decade…..”
She remembered a few that had been used on her…

>>>What’s your website…..?

Are you blogging…..?

**You look like you need a hug**….

^You’re such a doll, can I touch your hair^….. ?

) How many lovers do you have now (….?

>Do you skype …… ?

>>>>>Are you on Facebook?<<<<< ….. ya..!
That’s probably the one.”

Got any more  good suggestions ???





…just a note…

For those of you reading this from your email, or
from your Facebook page, may I suggest you move
to my site itself, with a little Click….
…and for a couple reasons.

One, it is Ever So Much More Sexy a Layout on the
Blog page, than on some other makeshift version.

And Two… then I am spurred on by the
Number of Hits on my site.

Dear People….. Writing is solitary work, and
I Need ALL the Encouragement I can get!