On the Ocean…

I am crazy busy. In a once in a lifetime kind of way. So its spectacular, hard as hell, exhausting, complex, full of excitement, worry and love for what I am doing. And for the people who’ve made this happen and keep making it happen. I am blessed…

Conch Fisherman

I’m building a studio, been to Belize, shot some incredible interviews with amazing New Yorkers, and am having to grow up all the sudden. After 38 years of avoiding it AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, I hear snickers from certain friends who are dying with barely suppressed laughter. (Yah, you Scott, I hear you…yuck it up, funny man…). I’m rolling all my work into one company, centralized and organized. I have an awesome biz partner, someone who I am hoping will continue to rock my professional world. So far, he’s exceeded expectations and left me spinning with even more possibilities in communication and production.

Junior at The Belize Zoo

I’m becoming more hands off, which makes me dizzy at times, being a total creative control freak. But there is only one of me, and only so many hours in the day, so if I half ass a bunch of work, it will all suffer. I’m delegating, training, stealing late hours to focus and write. Its like editing or producing but with a lot more extras and drama, since there’s construction to manage too.

I am taking flight…its majestic and magical up here…

Peace and much love,
Melissa

Point your bow to the clouds and keep on til the morning star…

I’ve been hard at work on some amazing new projects, but in the meantime, to feed my soul, I scribbled these down:

We All Have A Little Envy In Us

she, confused
angry
unhinged
watches what she wants
walk away
her throat clenches
eyes water
teeth grit
shame and disappointment redden
her wet cheeks
she wants to run
until she forces breath
out of her stinging lungs
instead, she stands
sheds no tears
feels every motion and change a stab
new to her open wounds
and takes it all, again
as she has been destined to
again, and again
like a cushion for others’ falls
or a target for others’ practice arrows
because she CAN take it
she must
all the while, wondering
when she can rest
love
hope
dream
and drink from life
instead of being drained by it

MU 07/2008

The Impact Of A Kiss

Hard in my head
wait, breathe
don’t BREATHE
stay in orbit
don’t land just yet
stare, huff, look away
brush my hair
off one glowing cheek
the panic, overcome
by desire
“Land on me”
I plead in a whisper
and so you
kiss me…

MU 07/2008

Estrella @ 3

Glints and crinkles
giggles and sighs
a million points of brown
cinnamon constellations
between alabaster skies
expand like novas in the sun
water dazzles on curls
of jet and indigo
she turns to laugh
her stars of blue startling
before the next wave
pulls her focus away

MU 07/2008

Keep scribbling, fellow poets…even when life pulls you into the streams of un-consciousness…

Peace & Much Love,
Melissa