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Ode to the Woman of Odd Jobs

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 14, 2025| 6 Comments »


 
Make something beautiful. Learn something.
                  —Wendy Videlock
 
 
She would not put on her resume, Dreamer of Spaces.
Encourager of Humans. Collaborator with Chaos.
Queen of the Incantation. The One Who Brings Drums.
Invoker of Imagination. Co-creator with Wildness.
One Who Lives on The Edge. Maker of Beauty.
But this how she changes the world every day—
with song. With paint. With poems. With trust.
In a time hellbent on hurt and destruction,
into every room, she brings love.
In a chapter defined by the most selfish of us,
she lives into how good humans can be
and invites anyone to join her.
Gives them a pen. A brush. A drum.
Gives them a nudge. A tarot card. An hour.
Feeds them poems. Feeds them dreams.
This, too, is our work in world, though
I doubt she would call it work:
To meet what aches. To do it together.
To open to hopelessness with wonder.
Like an artist. Like a mother.

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After Wendy Pulls the Fool for Me

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 18, 2024| 7 Comments »



 
 
The Fool doesn’t ask
what is past the edge—
what some might call
The Wrong Direction.
He simply smiles
and continues toward
the beginning—
Barefoot. Grinning.
A rucksack the size
of a honey hive.
A walking stick.
Pockets full of maybe.
A shining, walking
sacred energy.
All day, I feel as if
I might step off
the world. All day
I put my faith
in laughter. All day
I notice how in moments
of terror lives also
the chance
to be extravagant
with my joy.

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As I Walked Out the Door

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on May 3, 2024| 8 Comments »

for Wendy
 
 
Into my hand, she pressed
a smooth rock she’d painted copper.
In all capital letters, turquoise and navy,
she’d written the word RESILIENCE.
Beneath it she’d drawn a lopsided helix.
I thought of her own spiraling with death.
Two years later, she volunteers
to teach in schools and dances
before breakfast every morning
with her husband in their living room.
She finds compassion for tough neighbors
and welcomes the wayward into her home.
She knows in every cell
the definition of resilience,
and so when she offered me
resilience on a rock,
I felt it, the full invitation
to be both grounded and vital,
to be both solid and springing,
the chance to be both the anchor
and the hand that reaches as if to say
come on, let’s leap, I’ll show you how.
 

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Portrait

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 17, 2023| 8 Comments »

for Wendy Videlock


It’s all about the light,
she says, as we drive west
and notice one rock fin
standing apart from the rest,
radiant now in its relief.
You could drive right past it
four hundred times and not see it.

Let the heart do what light does—
help me notice new layers of beauty.
I turn to see her as she looks
at the rocks, face naked with awe.
She has always been lovely to me,
but tonight, my god, tonight.

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Fill in the Blank

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on June 1, 2022| 6 Comments »


            for Wendy


Tonight, the poet with the tendrilled hair
asks us to fill in the blank.
The most important relationship
you cultivate in your life is with _________.
One person says, Love. Says another, Yourself.
And long after the question is gone
from the air, long after the conversation’s
moved on, I think about ways
to fill it in. With time. Mortality.
Uncertainty. Peace. And ultimately,
with nothing. How beautiful
to let what is blank stay blank,
a space holder for pure potential.
What if our relationship with nothing
is the most important relationship we have?
I notice how she never fills in the blank herself.
Now everything is possible.

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Conversing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 5, 2013| 2 Comments »

for Wendy Videlock

impossibly sweet
two notes played at once
on one flute

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