Junaluska Joy

Junaluska Joy: a sketch book by Virginia Mauldin Wiggins | Make Your Own Book

Bennett to Bristol

1.8 and a million miles away

cycling under water oaks

barely two lanes wide

cross Ashley, cross Gadsen

cross off, cross out

cross Lockwood carefully

wheel where you can see the marsh

and the water

and the boats.

Enter the sidewalk channel

flanked by concrete

sheltered and shadowed by the

James Island Expressway

bridging from mud and marsh to sun

break forth over 17

and breeze into your new home

free of recrimination

free of scorn

free to breathe.

Eve

I sliced the red skin crosswise cutting

my palm and leaking juice through my

fingers and the sensation was

new and I was alive for the first time.  I saw

the seeded star buried inside

its five points pulsing

the five great mysteries of life and

I was aware for the first time.  I smelled

the sweetness of my blood mingled

with the pale juice

and licked my palm and was ecstatic for

the first time.  The dull days of Eden are replaced

and I can hear music in my head.  No longer

outward, but now inward dwelling.  I can

understand how the leaves cling to the tree

for the first fall.  I can imagine the fruit to come

after the blossom in the spring.  I can lean 
against the bark and climb and know it can hold me 

and I can remember how it was before pain and I

will dream of other gardens and other trees and 
other apples for almost forever.

Sally and the Million Mom March

Sally went to the Million Mom March for Gun Control.

Mother’s Day, May 14^th, 2000.

She drove a little blue Chevy S-10 truck from Rochester, NY to Washington, D.C.

Supporters of the march expected an estimated attendance of 750,000 people at the

D.C. location with 150,000 to 200,000 people holding sympathy marches in separate

locations across the country.

Sally stayed at The Monarch Hotel which is hard to find at night and in the rain.  It is also rather swanky.

Speakers were to include:  Rosie O'Donnell, Courtney Love, Susan Sarandon, Melissa Etheridge, Emmylou Harris, Kerry Kennedy Cuomo, Senator Dick Durbin, Representative Carolyn McCarthy, writer Anna Quindlen, Surgeon General Antonia Novello, Victims, ER Doctors, Faith Leaders, Veterans, and Moms.

The day before the event Sally walked to the Mall to get the lay of the land.  It was vacant ad hot.  Sally saw crowd control fencing.  That was it.  Sally want to the National Portrait gallery.

They were there to speak against the pervading gun violence in our communities and the shortcomings of our gun laws that allow dangerous people to easily acquire dangerous guns.

Sally thought she was going to have heat stroke walking back and was very scared she would die there.

On the big day, Rosie spoke out against the NRA and the powerful gun lobby.  She said they were concerned about money and everyone at the march was concerned about the lives of citizens.

Sally was most impressed by how many moms (and daughters) came together in groups.  They looked like grown up hippies.  Hadn’t Sally done all this before?

The Million (750,000 plus 150,000-200,000 in other locations) Moms were for:  extensive background checks, licensing and registering guns, child safety locks for all guns, limiting the number of guns purchased per month, no-nonsense enforcement of laws and enlisting help from corporate America.

Sally was also awestruck by the press pool.  They were ensconced in an elaborately staged platform – right up front.  Sally could not stop watching them.

It was argued later that the whole thing was a media event encouraged behind the scenes by Hillary and Bill Clinton.

That is really all Sally remembered…

besides how comfortable the truck seats were.

The Super Ball

Giant Super Ball of lava,

layered in sheath upon sheath

of rock and mineral

encased in a surface

of moveable textures

and wrapped in wonder,

rectify yourself.

Swing your orbit

crashing through the stars

at light speed -

as a pendulum would;

and bounce back against

the toxicity we have rendered,

the poison we have delivered,

and the raping of the land.

Like a rocket

you are almost alive;

you zig and zag

and we can’t catch you.

The energized Super Ball.

The most amazing ball:

every move more magical.

Strange and weird.

I am confident you will

rectify yourself.

Moments before the wedding

The dress hangs silent and lovely

from the hook on a once papered plaster wall.

White lace with a ribbon at the waist,

it begs to gently sway in a slight breeze.

This dress is but the legend

on a map of crisscrossed journeys

ticking off moments, days, years.--

leading here to The Headlands.

Voices can be heard nearby—

giggling girls all a-flutter

will soon gather and the dress put on,

all at the ready for these moments

to be launched into that giddy presence

that is a celebratory day.  It is good that

this joining which hides a parting

is so festive else, your heart would break.

Remembering is irrelevant

little blue photo album

holding pictures of two

little girls in dresses

fragile cellophane sleeves

storing moments and places

she doesn’t remember

the milestones of her life

are merely fluttering tableaus

trapped in a still life

shuffled in time like windblown leaves

and collaged in the imperfect memory

of her brain

I wonder what is in that brain—

the mathematician she once was,

the young tennis player, the lazy golfer,

the pack-a-day smoker, the social butterfly

and the college professor--all wrapped into one;

all gone

now, wrapped in a Ralph Lauren quilt

with her name ironed on the hem

with pictures anchored to the walls--

sound muffled, eyes clouded, ever sleepy

yet… she is…

happy to see me.

Charleston Summer 2013

Where is the sky

that fills the happy heart

that makes us sigh?

Where is the blue

that cleans the sorry soul

that we pursue?

Where is the sun

that flickers on the waves

that we can not outrun?

Captured in long wet streaks 

on window panes?

Or as stars pinned to screens?

Or cupped on pink hosta leaves?

Oh rain! Stop not, the sun.

Our boots are full.

Our hair is wet.

We huddle indoors like fools.

Open our darkened eyes

with her buzzy brightness.

Restore hot breath to our lungs
Give us warm hugs of the sun.

TP experiment

I am single, free as a bird.

I have a new lease on life.

In lieu of skydiving, I decide

to investigate toilet paper.

It turns out Great Northern

IS softer than Scott.

It also turns out that

after years of being a Scott TP user,

I seem to create an oven mitt size

wad of TP.  Change is hard.

The dark red pine wood chips

The dark red pine wood chips pour ever so slowly into to a black a tub.

one giant shovelful after another tipped in to fill the tub to overflowing.

a paisley of burnt sienna, raw umber, of ochre and van dyke brown,

some bits of straw and dirt round out each heft and turn and the tub fills

mounded in constant motion, a cascade mesermerizing the eyes.

Seen from above the sifting transplacement is a perfect half circle back and forth,

a parabola of function and focus, the surroundings blurred, the voices dulled,

the senses at one, as in prayer, or near to sleep or death, the emotions dissolved

in action, soft floaty cloud feelings vaporizing into whispery breezes

all encompassed by the light and weight of the sun, somewhere else is the world.

No need to ask, no need to look, no need for anything.  Can it just stop here?

life as Rube Goldberg?   faith as Mother Tereasa?  hope as anything in precision?

Haiku

Charleston in the spring
Carolina jasmine
intoxication.

Flying to Charleston with mom

Hour 1

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Oh, where are we going?

To Charleston.

Oh. 

Hour 2 after our fist flight was canceled

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Where are we going?

Charleston.

Oh.  When are we leaving?

In about 8 hours.

8 hours! We could drive.

That would take 3 days, mom.

Oh.  Well, when are we leaving?

Hour 3

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Where are we going?

Charleston.

Oh.  When are we leaving?

In about a few hours. Why don’t you lie down?

Do you want me to lie down?

I want you to be happy.

I’m happy.

OK

Hour 4

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Where are we going?

Charleston.

Oh.  When are we leaving?

In about a few hours.  Why don’t you lie down?

I don’t want to.  I am going to walk around this little circle.

OK

Hour 5

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Where are we going?

Charleston.

Oh.  When are we leaving?

In about 2  hours.

Good grief, where is my car? We could drive.

That would take a 3 days.

Well, we could..

Let’s get something to eat.

(There is nothing my mom can eat at the airport. 

I find a fruit with protein drink.

The Delta food coupon does not work where get the fruit and protein drink. Of course it doesn’t.)

Hour 6

Where are we?

The Rochester airport.

Good grief, we haven’t been anywhere.

No our flight was canceled.

Oh.  When are we leaving?

Soon. Why don’t you lie down?

Do you want me to? Where would I lie down?

Right here.

Oh. OK.

Sally Ann?

Yes.

I’m cold.

Hour 7: at gate

Where are we?

At the gate.

Where?

At the gate at the airport.

The airport?

Where are we going?

Atlanta, then Charleston

Oh.  When are we leaving?

In about a hour.

Sally Ann?

Yes?

Are we in Columbia?

No, we are in Rochester.

Good grief.

On the plane:

Sally Ann?

Yes?

Where are we going?

To Atlanta, then Charleston.

Oh, that’s a hop, skip and a jump.

Sally Ann?
Yes?

Where is this plane going?

Atlanta.

Oh.  And then we stay at a hotel?

No, then we fly to Charleston.

Oh.

The couple in front of us is discussing Dubia and Bangkok.

Everyone else has a laptop or iPad open.

I get mom a scotch and a banana.

I get a bourbon and as many shortbread cookies as I can.

The refrain continues until we are airborne:

Sally Ann?
Yes?

Where is this plane going?

Atlanta.

Oh.  And then we stay at a hotel?

No then we fly to Charleston.

Oh.

I put my finger to my lips as we take off.

Mom’s feelings are hurt.

She tries to ask me again.

I close my eyes.

After a while she leans over and says:

Is the first stop Atlanta?

Yes.

And she closes her eyes.

(This of course only lasts for about 10 minutes then she wants a drink and asks if we are going to Charlotte.)

Intention for yoga

Each class we set our intention:

a single thought

to guide us through

breath by breath.

Each class we leave the world

outside the door

and enter the inner

reality of our minds.

Each class we choose a word

or phrase to inspire

our hearts and limbs

to magnify the light within.

Today, I chose ”rocket”.

I wanted to choose “smooth”

or “just get through”,

but I chose “rocket”.

I will rock my hips back

in downward dog.

I will zip into high plank

and hover in low plank.

I will blast through to upward facing

and then again my dog rocket

will bank back-and-down

like a missile.

I will shoot up in tadasana

as if through the roof.

I will bend forward in a dive

and shoot back and flame out.

My finger tips will carve the ceiling

leaving burn marks.

The after burner of my toes

will shift the stars.

My warrior will be straight and true.

My crow will scream like an eagle.

My trikonasana pose will fly through

mountain passes with ease.

My airplane will break the sound barrier

My breath will bellow heat into the room

My bird of paradise will be

a phoenix rising from the fire.

And when my rocket circles back

to return home to my mat,

I will catch the third hook

on the carrier and feel safe.

And power down breath by breath

and let my journey wash over me

and take the memory of my ride

through the day.