Blue Rain

Part of the Sexy Poets Summer Series: Episode 2 (original poem). Listen to the entire poem on Spotify!

Northern New Mexico Rain

Drops fall softly

sliding down leaves

clear drops

as if crystal balls

crisp air

smell of rain

all chaos and dirt

washed away…

By Sandi – O’vehlu

Playing dead

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

Tightness grips my chest

Breathing slows

Hands on my breasts

Am I here?

Am I alive?

My hands go lower

My tight abdomen

Is bloated with guilt…

Another original by Sandi – O’vehlu

Hear the full poem below on Spotify!

The act of becoming is a subtle & quiet phase. Get out of the box, do it anyway. Do it anyway

Fireworks… they’re almost here.

Day’s End

Day’s End

Day 3 of 36 – the third section of Light and Dark; a Pause in Writing. To listen, click here!

Don’t we all go to the dark side? Thanks in advance for the listen!

Many blessings folks! Sandi

The Art of Feeling at Peace

The Blessed Virgin Mary

Well… to be honest, there is no art to feeling peace. I do need to mention though that there appears to be an art to everything in life. There is a grace that humans possess, that we seem to have forgotten. I bought this amazing piece of art on wood, from a local vendor. I try to buy local as much as possible; this piece, as is the case with most of the items the seller carries in their small outdoor shop. Regardless of where it came from.

I feel like peace is something that is likened to a wisp of smoke, or fog on a rainy day. It can be fleeting, but can permeate our entire being given the chance. Inviting peace is like inviting a person over for dinner, or drinks, or whatever. Peace can be a very welcome guest; friendly, endearing, fun, happy, exciting, chill, and very much full of grace.

How long we choose to keep this guest over and in our midst, is our choice. Peace isn’t complicated. It’s not even misunderstood. It’s quite simple. As I compare it to a guest, I imagine the perfect room or space it will occupy. Will it have it’s own wing of my house? Should I dare to think it would like room service? Or, that I can expect it to mingle when it wants? Does it need its own space? What will my guest – PEACE need? OR do I need it, more than it needs me?

Mother Mary, might say, ‘It’s silly to overthink it – peace will always be welcome as long as you make room for it’. I agree.

Many blessings, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day 23

I’m always so happy when the light goes on. Figuratively, and literally. As a creative person, I can find beauty, meaning, and ideas everywhere.

It’s no wonder why we are seeing vast growth in high tech gadgets, movies, television, and in our world of writing and many other amazing inventions.

But what does it take? To get in that creative space? For me, it’s not thinking about it. Those mindless opportunities can be in silence, or a boring chore. The more that I don’t think, the better.

My thought process is only useful when I am working a frame around the idea, that then can be shaped and materialized into the finished product. Sometimes, a picture inspires a story, or memory from long ago.

But behind it all, is simplicity. Believing in myself. Because what I create, is divinely inspired. As I observe this sacred time during lent 2021, I am connecting to other parts of myself, that I don’t normally acknowledge.

The act of writing becomes cumbersome, when I think too much about it. So, I leave the light on and in so doing, hope you all will leave yours on too. The more bright light in our lives, the more successful we are collectively, in making our world a better one. 🙏🏼

Many blessings, Sandi

faithful forty: day 21

Got the blues… doodling it away

It feels like a doodling day for me today. It’s cloudy out here in northern New Mexico, and we are all accustomed to a lot of sun. The color blue is my favorite; one reason, it is immediately calming for me to wear, or see the color blue.

As I work though personal issues, and face crazy obstacles that come out of the blue… (get it? 🙂 ) I am drawn to all practices that promote peace and healing. They say the opposite of war, is peace. I tend to have tons of conflicting emotions and thoughts at once. As I work through this dilemma, I find that the more positive and fun things I can do to get me out funks, the better!

So, I created a fun doodling video, and will do more in future, because I have fun doing it. I got cut off because my camera battery went low on me. So, below is a pic of my finished product:

Doodle it out!

Have you doodled today? 🙂

Many blessings, Sandi

Faithful Forty: Day Eight

Faithful Forty Poetry

The churning
and burning
of bright light
leads me here in great delight

Test of time
is the first
poetry line
your inspiration purely divine

I gather my
hands in prayer
as I peel through
every layer

And humbly show
gratitude
for every word
comes from you

@ovehlu

faithful forty: day five

The deep blackness blanketed me. A vortex bubbling underneath me, as if to remind me I can be swallowed. But instead, shards of wide and encompassing light shown through; the pictures emerging clearly, only to be obscured by shadows.

A clean piece of paper. Words written on it that can’t be read. A language spoken by God. This language passed on to angels. The words and symbols get sharpened. And events on the page take on a chaotic, fogged image. The remaining light and shadows, zero in on more symbols, and words. I don’t know what this means. Only that it churns with intensity and power. As if I have to understand it. Yet, I can’t, yet I do.

I got here in this place, because I relaxed my entire body and quieted my mind. My brain became the cauldron of thought, experience, and wisdom shown from God. An outpouring of divine truth, written not in the stars, but a stack of papers. I heard nothing as I lay still. The night stretching into morning, a future I don’t know yet exists. A message one of many, directly from God.

Do I hear His voice? Yes, but it’s not like a human voice. The words are in English, the language I do speak and understand; the meaning foreign and yet familiar. The words on paper not written in ink, but with something else. What does God want to tell me? Is He answering my plea for answers?

As the dark expands, it closes in at the same time. And the vortex becomes an opening. The words, letters, and symbols becoming clearer as if magnified intentionally. Dragging over each patch of knowledge like a sweeping light in a lighthouse, only it’s within me – my entire being.

They look like actual letters of our alphabet. I think I understand.

But maybe that’s the beauty of meditation. Maybe It’s the intention I set. Not to understand words in language understood or spoken, but to experience the magic of getting there. The vast universe, maybe multiverses, and the beauty that exists within them. The violent energetic currents that make, and end stars. Black holes that can’t be seen but admired from a distance as the hole devours everything on its path. The convenience of not having to make a shuttle or aircraft to get to space. That we can touch it with our minds without having to ever leave our physical bodies as we are in them.

It dawns on me now; how truly vast and miraculous God is. In fact, it’s not knowable really. An existence that is not or never will resemble humanity, yet we are His creation. I stumbled upon this form of meditation and I don’t know if I can experience it again. It took a lot of energy and openness to get there in the first place. And in the end, it’s not about a repeatable experience, but rather a successful one. A sacred bond, with no limits. Blessings.