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Bright Lights and Barred Owls, an Elegy

Today, on September 11th of all days, I present a poem for you. It is in loving memory of my client turned friend, Tayyibah Taylor. She was a brave and beloved ambassador of – and dedicated activist for – world peace.

“A Bright Light, A Barred Owl: An Elegy”

Our bright light has moved on.Tayyibah Taylor in hot pink
And we have moved
From Shock and Disbelief
To broken-heartedness
For ourselves, for all – and at the
Loss of her song, and her being
That mellifluously brought a potent, loving message.

Our bright light has moved on.
Clothed in vibrant wisdom, and with
Exquisite engagement,
Her worldwide heart and
Her other worldly delight,
No longer embrace us –
Not in this realm.

Tayyibah Taylor w/sparkler

Sparkling Tayyibah and her Sparkler

Our bright light has moved on.
We know not to where –
Perhaps Allah as she believed.
We do know
As she lost her battle,
We lost a champion and one
Of the highest magnitude.

Our bright light has moved on.
And she visited me, on the way to her
Soul’s next evolution, by embodying a barred owl.
Cloaked in the song of “Who cooks for you?” she spoke
As in unison with Quan Yin. “I hear your cry.
Compassion and Mercy to all,
Including you.”

Our bright light has moved on
Though her message lingers – an invitation
To be a woman with wings, migrating as necessary,
Leading us all heartlong with her love lantern
So that we see the divine, invisible and
See beyond the human, visible
In the faces of our families and our enemies.

Tayyibah Taylor

Tayyibah Taylor, in the Colors of our Planet

Our bright light has moved on.
She now beckons us to pick up our purposes,
Travel across borders created by mankind,
And through veils created by a power
Greater than we, and surrender,
Finally, to building and then crossing countless
Bridges to peace.

II.
For your life, Sister Tayyibah Taylor, bright and
Guiding light, we give thanks.
And for the gifts you brought us,
The gift that you were,
We will know you, in the call of the barred owl,
The eyes of the gentle doe, and the magnificence of the flamingo,
If we will but listen, if we will but see.

III.
Our bright light has moved on
And so must we –
Not soon, but eventually –
When we are ready.
We must get ready.
But first, we must grieve.
Our bright light has moved on.

Laura Overstreet Biering, Clarkston, GA
©2014 All rights reserved

PS To learn more about Tayyibah and her legacy, click on her name in the opening paragraph, and/or visit these links:

PPS To learn more about the Barred Owl and the “medicine” it is believed to bring, visit one of these links:

PPPS  And finally, just to be clear… As you know, the majority of photographs on this blog are ones I’ve taken. The ones included in this post, however, are not. If and when I find out whose they are, I will certainly post that here.

Love Your Pet Day

 

It’s Love Your Pet Day!

While I need no special day to remind me to love my pets, I’ll always welcome a day to share pictures of them with you. Below are a few favorites some of the pups I’ve loved (we’ll wait for another day to post the kitties):

Here’s my Papa, teaching Max to “Speak!”

Here’s my Papa, teaching Max to “Speak!”

Here I am (at about 9 y. o.), playing cards, with my longhaired Chihuahua Carlos is"helping.”

Here I am (at about 9 y. o.), playing cards, with my longhaired Chihuahua Carlos is”helping.”

My “scribbled” rendering of Dogberry.

My “scribbled” rendering of Dogberry.

My “scribbled” rendering of Little Bit.

My “scribbled” rendering of Little Bit.

Sure, they have their sibling rivalry..,

Sure, they have their sibling rivalry…

 

... but, of course, they love each other, too... but, of course, they love each other, too. 

And although it hardly ever happens…

And although it hardly ever happens…

 

... sometimes they'll even be cute on cue!

… sometimes they’ll even be cute on cue!

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed these pictures. Don’t forget to love your pet(s) today – and every day!

Did you know that… It’s National Dress Up Your Pets Day?

Well, now you know!

Dressing my pets in costumes is something I never used to do, except of course when I made Little Bit wear her coat in the snow, which is what any good mother would do. Dogberry has plenty of hair, so he didn’t need a coat. Dressing them up for purely entertainment reasons seemed cruel, and all the pictures I saw of dogs and cats in costume only served to prove me right. But lately, it’s been more appealing to me, and seemed less cruel, so, I am confessing here that I’ve tried it a few times. I have no idea why, but it is what it is. Maybe I was getting prepared to write about this special day before I even knew that it existed.

Regardless, I am taking this opportunity to share the few pictures I have of my dogs – my kids, really – dressed up in costume. Please enjoy them, and try not to hold it against me that I staged and took these pictures in the first place!

Little Bit's First Snow

Little Bit’s First Snow

Little Bit Observing the White Stuff Falling from the Sky

Little Bit, Observing the White Stuff Falling from the Sky

Little Bit in a Sun Spot, After Being Out in her First Snow

Little Bit, in a Sun Spot, After Being Out in her First Snow

Dogberry Unhappy with One of his Christmas Presents

Dogberry, Unhappy with One of his Christmas Presents

Dogberry and Little Bit get their Dream of a White Christmas, Southern Style

Dogberry and Little Bit,  after getting their Dream of a White Christmas, Southern Style

 

Poetry and the Olympics: Michael Phelps and Me

As of now, Michael Phelps is the most decorated Olympian of all time.  Wow – that is so exciting!  And, as much of a star as he is, he’s also been known to make mistake or two. I, too, have been know to make a mistake now and again.  🙂  And I’d like to apologize for at least one of them here.  My apologies to Jane Yolen, Mary Oliver, Jack Gilbert, Gwendolyn Brooks, and Tony Hoagland. In my enthusiasm for your amazing work, I posted your poems without asking for your permission or for the permission of your estates.  I hope you can forgive me.  Please know that l’ll be removing your poems from my previous posts, and replacing them with links…  And, starting right now, I’ll be posting only links or original poems, such as the one I posted yesterday by my friend Ken Carlson, and the one I am posting right now, by me!

The Call to Connect

There is a need I have
To connect
From waaaay down deep inside me
To waaaay down deep inside you.

You can take that to mean something
Sexual, and sometimes it does,
But mostly it doesn’t.
Mostly, it means

I have a need to see you, know you, feel you and
To be seen, known, felt by you.
And then there comes the time when I am done
Connecting with you.

This is when the call comes
To connect with me
Only. Sometimes
I answer.

Laura Overstreet Biering (Copyright 2008)