DAILY MEDITATION

By Joan Cartwright

I sit at my computer, waiting for the link

I turn my head to the left, looking at the lake

My wandering thoughts receive it

The luxury of stillness

The wonder of a quiet life

Is mine to linger in

I appreciate this time with me and no one else

I languish in simplicity

I'm still and full of self

A WOMAN.

8/13/2014

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Subject To The World
By Joan Cartwright

Cigarette butts and empty packs
Strew across the lakefront lawn
I stay in side, avoid the masses
People without consciousness on

As time goes by, I live my life
Away from maddening crowds
Of herds of cows who don't know now
Is the time they have to live

I'm a recluse that runs from folks
From humans without mind
Robotic and drugged, they breed
Like bugs, mosquitoes every kind

I am the scepter of life's loving power
I am the master, each moment, each hour
I am the spheres, every song that they sing
I am the heart of creation, it's swing

Centered and focused, I weave my web
I spin my tight cocoon
I sit and wait to release my wings
And fly away real soon

I am the spheres, every song that they sing
I am the heart of creation, it's swing
I am the scepter of life's loving power
I am the master, each moment, each hour

This is just my story of how I got to NO!

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GOLDEN CITY OF LIGHT

Blessings abound appreciating life around and inside of me.

I have learned that the most pleasant moments are those spent appreciating something I feel, see, touch, smell, hear and experience. The time drifts by and is of no matter as I AM engulfed in appreciating something my senses have experienced. I AM a sense-driven Being, learning to stop and watch the wind drift across the lake, while I gather the pleasant smell of a bed of roses.

LIFE IS GETTING BETTER

By Joan Cartwright

It's the end of my 59th year. In less than a month, I'll be 60 and, I must admit, I'm where I should be. I've taken a job teaching 8th graders music. All that I've learned and experienced in the past 33 years of being a serious student of music, performance and production is now being poured into the minds of kids who have all but fallen off the edge of the educational ladder.

My challenge is to expand their minds in a direction that will enable them to see beyond the constraints facing them as "special" children who are at this school because they've been kicked out of two or three other schools and left back two or three times. This school is their "last chance" to get into the mainstream of education and life in the normal lane.

Some of them will make it. Some of them have no chance because they've been left to their own wiles and bad behavior for so long by parents who are either working too much, drinking and drugging too much or just are not around anymore because they have abandoned them, are in jail or are dead.

For me, all of these reasons are no excuse to let any of these kids abuse me or slide under the ruler line of my expectations of them. I didn't live this long and fight this hard to live this long to wind up letting some snotty-nosed kids beat the proverbial shit out of my spirit. I'm here for the long haul. Some of the sixth and seventh graders are breaking my door down to get into my class. They will just have to wait their turn because, right now, I'm on the "front lines" of teaching these nasty 8th graders a thing or two about music and it's potential to open vistas in your mind and in your world.

"Play something for us, Ms. Cartwright," demands one stubborn pain-in-the-ass student. "No," I say. "You don't deserve for me to play anything for you."

"Can I play the keyboard, Ms. Cartwright?" asks another. "No, you don't deserve to play any instrument because you don't have self control enough to learn what music is really about."

What this job gives me is the opportunity to be mean. Did I say "Mean?" Yes, I said it, "MEAN!"

I cannot say, "Fuck you" to them, but I can fuck them up with a test to prove that they haven't been listening to a goddamned thing I've been telling them. "Why did you give me a "D", Ms. Cartwright?"

"I didn't give you a grade. You earned that grade," I say laughing at them the same way they make fun of me when they think they have the upper hand.

So, I've decided that I'm in the right place and it's the right time. I can be mean, I can fuck people up without putting my hands on them and they cannot do a damn thing about it, but tuck their tails and go away and leave me alone, until the next time they have to come into my classroom.

Life is definitely getting better!