Deja Vu
I’m sorry what’s your name?
Whos wedding is this again?
Meet me in the alley.
Wanna make out?
Rachel Marco-Havens
Rachel Marco-Havens
Rachel is a gifted Multi-Platform Solutionary Artivist working primarily with Energy Transformation. With a strong focus on Women’s Leadership, Youth Empowerment and bridging intergenerational connections, Rachel seeks to close the gaps in social, environmental and spiritual justice movements; in a constant search for the intersectionality in every opportunity to make positive change. Art, Music, Design, Performance and Humor (+a little Mountain Girl Magic) drive the methods to which she has amassed a wealth of “First Aid” tips for the Mind Body & Spirit. Although she has immersed herself in many traditions and bodies of work, Rachel chooses not limit herself to any one school, modality, religion or training. “A lot happens when we change our mind, and even more happens when we bring creative flow to the movement. We all have gifts to bring to the work, and only together will we weave the strongest threads of our safety net!” Some of Rachel’s past & Current Projects: —Title Track Michigan—Board Member —Wildwood Path— Nature Connection Conduit --United Nations representative--Wittenberg Center --Advisor at Center For Earth Ethics (Union theological Center @Columbia University) --Producer The Same Boat Radio --Pathway To Paris: (Collaborative Artist) Rachel’s drive to be effective in the world on a grander scale, is fueled by connecting, engaging, supporting and promoting those working for a just and sustainable planet for regenerations to come. The Same Boat Radio- Rachel hosts a weekly 2 hour radio show on WIOF LP Woodstock 104 A Community Powered, Pacifica affiliated, radio station in Woodstock. Rachel is has a way of spreading Haiku Love. Her 50 card Deck, Haiku For Thought is about to go into its second printing. Keep an eye out for companion decks! Http://HaikuForThought.com
The refuse of our insatiable need
We make so much ado about our stuff
I need that.
she said
I want that.
he said
I’ll have that. they said…
Bags and bins in piles of piles and dumpsters and pods and piles and piles and more piles of shit
but in the end it’s all leftovers
it’s
all
junk
it’s all just stuff
Didn’t realize how much stuff I was collecting when it was all in one place.
Now, scattered about in different piles in different places I ask
how much do I really need beyond the clothes on my back and the friends in my life?
As if I could visit the stuff from the formless realm as easily as I could connect with my friends and family.
More stuff does not mean more life
Dreams
He tried not to disturb her sleep from mountains and rivers away
so he didn’t call
but she heard him anyway.
in a dream…
He wanted a kiss but didn’t press
so she called him
time makes no difference
hearts know no distance
and magic is only a breath away
Who am I?
In the wash of surrounding beauty I am but a frivolous stroke of the brush in the absent minded flick of the hand that holds it
or am I?
For in the wake of who you were is the truth of who I am
Left holding a heavy weight, while I am strong I can’t lift it alone
I couldn’t be who I am without you and all who came long before who I am and who they were
Who am I and who I am are different in that all that I am is not always the answer to the question who am I?
So who am I?
That’s not a question You or I could answer with conviction…
So why am I asking it?
CHARLATAN
Every word from his lips was conjured from a fantasy he dreamed from behind the gate
HERE COMES THE SUN
And then she named me Rachel Sun…
I will never stop shining.
It’s always bright somewhere even when the shadow is cast.
I promised to stay golden
blindsided
I know you didn’t mean to take me
Down
But I’m still coming back from that last hit
Blindsided…
Did you fashion a bus just so you could drive over me in it?
Or was I simply at the wrong intersection just in time for it?
Blindsided…
I felt so inclined to protect you
I thought we were working for the we
I didn’t get the memo
CLOSETS
It’s like a closet… the mind
Only we decide what goes in there, even if we didn’t notice someone drop a load on that empty shelf
Entire shopping sprees happen just to fill them up
Rarely are they ever empty
but attempts at clearing them out call for epic expeditions
They are too small to stay inside for long
Rather claustrophobic
Each time We open the door, we find something we missed the last time
or piles tumble out
Something old something borrowed and plenty that we never needed in there in the first place
If we don’t consciously change what’s in there we limit our perspective
Even if we don’t wear what’s inside, we need to circulate some air
Shit gets musty in there…
TRUST THE PROCESS
Everything I ever asked for has been granted
Whether I was the one to receive what
I’ve requested is another story
We don’t always get what we asked for but somebody does
Open the channels
Trust the process
Listen