Filmed and published on 26 December 2021
Location: Los Angeles, California
Dear Ones,
Here is a video for the day after Christmas 2021. There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
Written and published on 6 December 2021
Image: “Incoming Light 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 November 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Incoming Light 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 November 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about my father’s father …
Grandfather Roy
A lyrical poem by Alice B. Clagett
6 December 2021
The name of God
and the blessing of God
flowed like a golden cord …
like a golden river of Light …
through his thoughts.
Written ca. 1957; published on 15 April 2021
Dear Ones,
This was the first poem I ever wrote, when I was eight or 10 years old, when I was just learning cursive handwriting. As I recall, I may have been inspired to write the poem after reading the poem “Trees” by Joyce Kilmer, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Still today I feel that trees are my friends. I am not above talking to my friends the jacaranda trees in front of my house. They like it when people speak to them … They say no one ever does, here in the City of the Angels … It cheers me up to cheer them up.
I remember how triumphant I felt that I could write a poem, although I could see it was nowhere near quality of the beautiful poem by Joyce Kilmer. I thought I might like to set the poem to music, but I never did. As can be seen, I have gussied up the punctuation and spelling …
Oh Beautiful, Colorful Tree
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
ca. 1957
Oh beautiful, colorful tree —
Beauty that no bounds know.
Perfectly shaped, perfectly formed,
With no leaves displace to show;
Gently caressed by the wind —
Caressed with motherly care.
High above the sun-filled meadow —
High as the birds of the air,
Where did you get such bright colors —
Colors so rich and rare —
And in winter take such forlorn looks —
Looks so distressful and bare
Then in spring burst into bloom —
Bloom so green and radiant?
These things I sit pondering o’er
Pondering o’er in wonderment
But now I must continue —
continue on my way
Yet – Wait! the soft breeze whispers —
Whispers and seems to say,
The Supreme One has made me —
Me in all my might
Makes me change with the seasons —
Seasons so pretty and bright
Yes, the Ruler of all made me —
Ruler of All, Ruler of Right.
Image: “Oh Beautiful, Colorful Tree 1,” handwritten by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 1957, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Oh Beautiful, Colorful Tree 2,” handwritten by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 1957, CC BY-SA 4.0
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–from Link: “Oh Beautiful, Colorful Tree,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written ca. 1957; published on 15 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mm8 ..
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Alice B. Clagett
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LINCOLN, LOOK!
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
amongst her early works
The sun is a young man.
How the ocean flirts with him.
How the warmth of his touch rouses her
How she fragments and multiplies upon herself
. . . . . . . . in a thousand changing places
. . . . . . . . the thousand changing faces
. . . . . . . . of his glory.
Lincoln, look!
The sun is an old man.
How he disdains his menstrous wife
for his moist mistress.
How jealous moon will not allow
Ocean to sleep under his hand.
. . . . . . . . No sleep, and mother of so many.
. . . . . . . . They should invent a pill for her.
. . . . . . . . Would she think it unnatural?
No mind. From time to time a piece of her
Settles in some dead sea
where, for lack of change, it grows more bitter salt
than its changeful aspect ever knew.
Change is her nature and her tears nourish
all her children.
……….
Alice B. Clagett
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Journaled on 11 June 2003; published on2 7 July 2019
Dear Ones,
What do whales do
when raw wounds gape?
They have
no hands to touch and heal
There are
no bandaids for a whale
Must they then give
their wounded selves
wholly into Ocean’s care?
So like our hearts
waiting to recall
that vaster sea that buoys us
Like the girl that rides the whale
I yearn to shed this frame and be
more
Not this or that
Past what this little mind conceives
Beyond these words
and any thought of me
. . . . .
Alice B. Clagett
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Written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem written during the monthly creative writing class I attended at the beginning of May. The stance of the poem I feel to be good for me as a neutral observer of humankind.
Elsewhere in my blogs I express the stance I would take were I a transvestite (a crossdresser) or transgender person dealing with the Ascension clearing process through the Incoming Light. That process also involves neutral witnessing, I feel, but of a different sort: In that field ‘beyond right and wrong’ (to quote the great mystical poet Rumi) each of us stands alone with God, and assesses the what and wherefore of our human condition, the causal incidents of our Soul wounding, and that ruthlessly truthful Awareness that leads to an ever brighter Body of Light.
There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
At writing class last month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: candle, crutch, soar, sadness, transvestite, and excitement.
My gift to the class was a poem that included all those words. Here is that poem for you; the title is “Hold a Candle” ….
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Hold a Candle
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
5 May 2019
Hold a candle
Find a light
Hold it high
Against the night
What’s a hindrance?
What’s a crutch?
Find the surest
Healing touch!
Soar in laughter
Sink in pain
Sense the level
Strong terrain
Sadness catches
One and all
Then allows us
To recall
How excitement
May sustain —
Double, triple
Each small gain
Trust that
Each transvestite’s fear
May find comfort
Somewhere
Hear their yearning
Sense their call:
I’m God’s child
As are we all.
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–from Link: “Hold a Candle,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cVB ..
Alice B. Clagett
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Written on 13 April 2019; published on 14 April 2019
Image: “Woman Hanging Out the Wash (‘La blanchisseuse ou femme étendant du linge’), by Berthe Morisot, ca. 1881, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berthe_Morisot_-_Woman_Hanging_Out_the_Wash.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: Woman in long skirt, blue apron, and long-sleeved white blouse, arms uplifted, hanging clothes on a clothesline. The artist conveys the effect of white, shimmering light on the clothes, the woman, and the background vegetation.
Image: “Woman Hanging Out the Wash (‘La blanchisseuse ou femme étendant du linge’), by Berthe Morisot, ca. 1881, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Berthe_Morisot_-_Woman_Hanging_Out_the_Wash.jpg … public domain …
DESCRIPTION: Woman in long skirt, blue apron, and long-sleeved white blouse, arms uplifted, hanging clothes on a clothesline. The artist conveys the effect of white, shimmering light on the clothes, the woman, and the background vegetation.
Dear Ones,
Late yesterday afternoon, after Palm Sunday Vigil and communion with the holy congregation, I was driving home, and I wrote this poem …
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SHEETS OF LIGHT
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
13 April 2019
Light came down in sheets and folds
. . like cake mix falling into a cake pan
. . like clothes-pinned billows of wet sheets
. . . . .that fold and snap in a wild breeze
. . like Heaven slaloming
. . . . . through the streets.
Now, now is the time.
Dearest of the dear
Nearer than the breath of life
Faster than silver-footed thought
More sure than mother’s love
More curious than cats
More glorious than sunlight
. . caroming past Palm Sunday
Oh my Soul, remember!
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–from Link: “Sheets of Light,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 13 April 2019; published on 14 April 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-c9k ..
Alice B. Clagett
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