a good-bye kiss to summer

thank you Grandmother Sun

for your sacred sweet breath of fire
twisting and swirling through amber arms
that dance us across the galaxies

for your secret array of colors
caught by prism raindrops
unleashed to sprint across the eternal canopy
in sublime translucent beauty

for your warm smile
for your quiet rising
and steady traverse across our ever changing sky

for your compassionate shepherding of our scurrying
with a gentle swish of your paintbrush hair
settling in masterpieces every night
canvasing our evening surmises

for your great love reaching across our human miles
known to you as celestial thought you catch us in
to gather the great unending dream

for growing our crops
for drying my clothes
for clay pots balancing water
for making raisins

for the sweet golden flow
onto the unwritten page of a new day

— shashi light

thanks to the following for images:
www.massacademy.wordpress.com, www.huffingtonpost.com, www.tumblr.com, www.veniceclayartists.com


the freedom of joy

A few nights ago, as I was falling asleep, letting my thoughts drift through the maze of activities of the day, thankful for my health and vitality, it just hit me that every so-called challenge in our lives is just a new path of joy. There are numerous established, well-trodden avenues of happiness, such as winning the lotto, going on a great vacation,
meeting someone extraordinary, being kissed by a beautiful sunset, hearing a brilliant piece of music, etc.
But wouldn’t it be grand to blaze new pathways of bliss? Like reveling in rising each morning
because we can get out of bed and eat breakfast, or open our lungs freely and take in new air
every few seconds, or know the surety of our commitment to the well being of our own selves.


As I lay in bed, my mind glanced upon a strange occurrence in my life. A few months ago, I got the flu.
I call it strange because I never get sick. And, as it turned out, this illness became a bizarre, lengthy
sequence of various, painful symptoms that lasted several weeks. I got over it eventually, but it remains
enigmatic to me in many ways.


But here’s the aha!

 Confined to my bed, my mind a muddy melange of sadness, confusion, worry, and self-pity, I eventually got to the point of utter exasperation with my negative thoughts, and
became desperate to be healthy again. So I decided to think of everything I was thankful for.

So it began, a journey of creating joy. Creating a trail through the tangled brambles of my feelings
of powerlessness and pain.


I’ve been that annoying type of person who tends to be relentlessly optimistic, who will smile at most
adversities, and who is seldom shaken by seeming difficulties, but this new challenge in my life totally
knocked me off my silver lining (literally), and it took every inch of will power in me to start shifting my
mind from sadness and loneliness to gratitude. I was too weak, at the moment, to write anything, so
I began saying them softly to the air in my dim lit bedroom. “I’m thankful for my bed, my soft pillow,
my friends, my family, that I don’t have a terminal illness, for the birds I hear singing outside my window. . . ”


As I spoke, I began weeping, partly because of the exhausting effort it took to exude those soft words, but mostly
because a great sorrow began to be unleashed from my heart as I turned my thoughts away form the self-imposed prison of concentrated pain. My tears fell everyday, as I continued to practice my commitment to
speak my gratitudes each morning.

Now, as I look back on that time, I realize it was a gift, just as everything I may have misperceived in my life
as a negative experience. An opportunity, if I am willing to forge a new path of joy. A gift to create a
magnificent leap of consciousness.

So if you are fortunate enough to be experiencing something like health issues, money problems,
relationship challenges, etc., just say, “Thank you!” And become an innovator of elation. It will confound the people around you. They will question your sanity. It will puzzle your friends.
It will rattle some cages. And it will open up new roads of bliss for you.

The idea and the doing are two different entities, of course, but there is growth in the reaching for, like a
plant bends gently toward her grandmother, the sun. We can bend in the direction of what we perceive as
truth, and in that reaching, there is a cleansing, a purifying, a freedom, and a new path of joy.

Thanks to the following for images used:
www..bet.comwww.thejaggedword.comwww.kids.healthychurch.com,  www.pinterest.com

time for some fun

If you need a lift, enjoy this video of one of my favorite guitar players, Tommy Emmanuel, who is joined by his brother, Phil.  This will put a smile on your face!  Happy music…  humorous comments…  lively crowd… and not to mention stellar playing!

Tommy and Phil are playing the fast-paced Joe Maphis song, “Town Hall Shuffle.” Filmed at the Chet Atkins convention in Nashville in 1999.  Hang on to your tuner!

Click here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrv24JD2RZc

Courtesy of:  manxcatstales

february, theee month of love

Isn’t it grand to have a whole month to celebrate love?  I love that!

And there are so many types of love to celebrate …  love between friends, lovers, mates, parents and children, between brothers and sisters, love for nature, for this amazing planet we inhabit, love for life, love for your special pet, love for yourself!  They all feel pretty good!

For me, love and appreciation go hand in hand.  Like, when I’m looking at the stars in awe, wonder and appreciation, my heart just automatically opens up, you know?

It’s so nice that love can be described and experienced in so many ways.  It must be inexhaustible!  You gotta love that!

Here are some of my favorite quotes about love:

“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.”
― Jodi PicoultMy Sister’s Keeper

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you.”
― Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets

Happy love month to you!  Keep celebrating!

Thanks to the following for images:
www.quotesforbros.com, www.designbump.com, www.verybestquotes.com





Ho! Ho! Ho!

A simpler time breathes like quiet embers in a corner of my memories.
Sometimes late at night, when I close my eyes to the busy world, I am a  barefoot child
pumping water at the village well, carrying my bucket back to the women
squatting around the fire, preparing the next meal.
As my warm memories nestle around me, I begin to smell the soft swirl of wind
that carries a mesmerizing message of ripening mangoes on wild trees,
sun-baked red-yellow dust, and rice steaming in banana leaves –
like incense held in the small hands of rural India, where I was born.
I think we all have cherished memories of simpler times, perhaps of just taking walks along sun-sprinkled dirt paths among wise old trees, maybe baking cookies with Mom or Grandma,
perhaps doing canon balls off the side of a pool on a hot July afternoon, or climbing a tree
and feasting on its bounty which tasted like freedom . . .  and so many more ambrosial reflections
we could recount.
I love progress and evolution and technological advancement, but sometimes I let it get in the way
of simply taking in the moment, and feeling appreciation for things like sunshine,
fluffy clouds, a chord progression, the intricacies of a single snowflake, and friends
who make me laugh.
So I am taking this moment to send you my gratitude for being a beautiful part of my earth experience,
for being as extraordinary as a snowflake, for adding your flavors to the deliciousness
of life.
May this special time of year remind you of your particular savvy, and bring insights
into your own psyche that reveal how beautiful you are, and the unique gifts you bring to our journeys.
I’d like to share a video I posted on youtube last year when I got
a chance to perform at “Guitar Camp with Tommy Emmanuel.”  It’s a song I wrote
a couple years ago that celebrates the meaning of this season:
LOVE — no matter what your race, religion, or type of hair day you’re having. *~X( at wits' end I hope you enjoy it!
And thanks so much for your support of my music!
With love and warm wishes for the Holiday Season,

bidding Nashville a fond farewell


(Me in front of the Killian Circle Statue in Nashville)

From the honky-tonk bars that pierce the thick shuffle and chatter of the night crowds,
boasting rugged boots of natives and squeaky ones of gaping tourists…

(My dear friends, Debi Champion, Tommy Turner, Billy Lee, Marceia Bonin)

To the gentle nonchalance of the Cumberland River, once an important transporter of goods,
now a curving spectator through an every-changing façade of faces…

(Two of my favorite song-writers, Jimmy Borja and Kevin So)

To the pensive pulse of a myriad song-writers’ imaginations, ever-vigilant of the muses’ gifts, which may appear any where, at any time…

(One of the sweetest guys I know, Paris Delane)

To the almost tangible, magnetic energy drawing dreamers from the four
corners of the world, inviting the creative spirit to test its wings with brother and sister fledglings…

To the concrete and metal rising higher and higher…

To the ghosts lingering in notes and stones, the children of so many great makers of music,
a legacy, free to the earnest seeker…

To the dichotomous mix of tradition and innovation, mysteriously birthing new sounds…

(Seemi and Ric Sadler, two sweet souls)

Nashville, you may not remember my face, among the interesting conglomeration of the
20,000 that come and go every year, you may not hear the notes I have added to the
cacophonous treasure of melodies, words, rhythms - manifested in art for the ear and heart;
but remember to keep loving those who come to you, offering their unique expressions of this
magical journey called life on planet Earth.

(The multi-talented, Antsy McClain)

Give them a place in the expansive, twirling skirts
of your dances to the moon.  Part your clouds from time to time and give them stars to wish upon.
I will always remember the surprisingly warm embrace you greeted me with, and the fertile furrows
of your imagination that fed my creative spirit and helped name my deep yearnings for self-discovery, self-expression, and self-love.

Thank you, Nashville, for growing me up by letting me be a child again.  For your gifts of courage, humility, self-confidence, and music – life changing music.  As I pack my bags, this is the bounty I will most cherish.


under the moon

how did you
luscious strawberry
appear from a
speck of nothing
who bravely
opened itself down
into Mother Earth

what magic
happened when
what looks like dirt
transformed into perfect
leaves and blossoms
that are more beautiful
than titian’s maidens

where was this
sweetness dripping
down my smiling chin
first imagined so fully
that it couldn’t help but
burst into being
i am surrounded by miracles

eating earth kisses under the moon

—   shashi light

Thanks to:  www.the-open-mind.com   for image


message from mom

Life is full of wonder and magic.  I was thinking about my mother, about a year after she had passed from this life — I was still in that place of missing her, and still feeling a bit raw.  At times I would still get teary at night, lying in bed.  This particular night, I started feeling her presence and a deep sense of love.  Then I felt her giving me a message.  I grabbed a pen and my notebook and wrote it down.  Now it’s been several years since that night and I am so grateful that I still feel her strong love for me — in fact, it just keeps growing and growing.  The few times that I feel a little twinge of sadness, I just say to myself, “She’s here . . . no need to miss her.”  I re-read her message, and a surge of love fills my heart.

I’d like to share her message with you, especially if you have lost your mom.  Here it is:

“I am near you, always. I am very happy. There are tears for you to shed and that’s ok. But the sun always comes back. Laughter is good for the soul. When you remember me, see me in my joy and glory, for I have never been happier. This will warm your heart. This is the deeper truth. I am just around the corner and I am in your heart.

“Speak to me often for I hear every word. I am hearing you, now. Yes, I hear your words and see your thoughts. You might have an empty feeling inside, or a shadow that you can’t seem to escape, or a heavy step. Accept all of those parts of you and let them express themselves through tears or writings. Your sense of loss or separation is really a feeling of separation from your own true self. Nothing more. I’m not saying it is nothing. I’m saying it is a part of physical existence that just about everyone experiences at one time or another.

“My seeming separation from you stirs the stillness of the space between the world of form and the world of spirit. Open your heart wide to love, and the separation disappears. The pain is gone. The hole is filled. The music begins. The river flows. The world is a warm place again. Love is not bound by time or the physical, and neither am I. So you see, now I am pure love. I am not limited. I am not worried. I am just Love. You are, too. The essence of you. So, in the field of pure Love we meet, like in a field of daisies, always golden, always smiled upon by the sun. Everywhere you go, you are pure Love. And I am there.”

Love and Gratitude to All you amazing Moms out there!!

a day at the beach

I am one with
the ocean
who is sometimes calm
and sometimes excited

I am one with
the pelicans
who own the sky

I am one with
the egret
who waits patiently

I am one with
the dolphins
who laugh and play for food

I am one with
the kestrel
who sings to the clouds

I am one with
the great blue heron
who knows and loves
his inner reflection

—- shashi light

thanks to http://www.nps.gov/prsf/learn/nature/great-blue-heron.htm
for image

me too

the road brambled through
unswallowing woods
shape shifting its way
like the words of a poem
and found bright noon
waiting at the top of the hill

was it my life queuing
between worlds
with brown-eyed innocence
slowly numbing the sacred self
who never understood
why people hurt each other

the anything but polite truth
creaking open
well-intentioned armor
that fortified and rusted tight
around that youth
centuries ago

yes, the sun and new moon
the flash of wings
above the rippled grass
the open arms of late july
the air i was meant to breathe
that heals the past

i take it inside my bones anew
with fresh innocence
fling it through my throat
shattering across the sky
the kind of freedom
only the wind knows

and now me too

—- shashi light

Thanks to  www.time.com/author/eric-barker  for image