Thursday, June 30, 2011

Aspergian Quotes from Space

Space. The Final Frontier.
These are the voyages of
the SS CarolAnn.
Her Mission?
To boldly go
Space
Uh, Houston, we have
A Problem.
This is ground control
to Major Tong.
Lost in Space
Lost in Translation
Do not adjust your television.
Help me, Obi Wan Kenobi,
You're my only hope.
I love you.
I know.
Houston, we have lift off.
SQUIRREL! SHINY!
[reboot]
Space. The Final Frontier.
These are the voyage of
the SS CarolAnn.
Her mission?
To boldly go where no one has gone before.
To sleep. Therefore to dream

Friday, February 18, 2011

Friendship is Born of Light


Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose hair had a little curl, and whose feet loved a little twirl. Spinning joyfully in sun sparkle splendor she brought into her heart and mind the fluttery whiteness of cloud and the whispery wonder of breeze. Sprawling on the grass she felt the earth spinning too, and it was good and right, to spin together with the ground and the sky.

Always seeking lightness and brightness to match the star shine in her imagination, she gazed through gauze window curtains, peeked through fire reflective maple leaves, and played piano music on the pond water which made ripples of delight for hours.

She had no idea that others did not synchronize their movement with the spinning planet around her. She did not realize that others did not dance with the breeze playing music with the oak leaves. She thought everyone knew about this type of love.

She was wrong.

After five decades mourning her loss of dance and her touching the moon beams, she keens a song of loss, howling quietly at the full moon. Then one day, her child joins her and they howl together, louder, at peace with expressing their heartache without words. Later day, a friend joins her and howls at the full moon, the white brightness casting artful shadows on her friend’s face, making new patterns of lace and loveliness there.

It was a miracle, a re-birth.

How many rainbow souls howl alone at the moon? Can we connect by riding the teasing happy wind? Can we grasp sunbeams breaking through cloud fluff and like a helium balloon lost from the grip of a child at a parade find one another in sparkies?

I am joyful, body singing lightness breath and companionship. The light shining through tree leaves is the same as the light shining through hearts, radiating from eyes, leaping galaxies from stars.

I have friends. This I know. This I trust.

Wiggle. Spin. Flap. Leap. Sing. Breathe in, out, close eyes and see the light is inside me. It’s been there all along.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Color bytes Dream 11 5 2010

I had a dream. It was stolen, painted in a time warp by Titian, lost by the Medici's, hung in the Hague, stolen by Stalin then Hitler then rescued by my guardian angel, & discovered in an attic in Harlem. The artist took a series of digital prints and posted it on YouTube, and I found my dream again. But I dreamt it in color & now it was in gray tones.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Spontaneous Planning

Birthing children

Creating family

Destroys spontaneity

Which ironically is

Required

When one has children

Planning chaos

Chaotic planning

Spontaneous grocery shopping

Meals needing planning

What is next, next, next

Spontaneous nap

during

Planned television show

Planned basketball practice

Evolving spontaneous

Snowball fight

AH yes

Holey Holy Wholly

Are there two of me

Inner prismatic light

Gentle wind-chiming music

Wafting inside

Real to me

Yet the Others

Perceive otherness

In me from me

Making me what

Who I am

Not

A robot, an Alien,

A calculating computer

Brilliant brain without

heart?

Singing I smile

Moving quick bouncing

Inside graceful dancing

The Others see me

Still

Frozen

Lost I am

Not

Can I meld outside

And inside?

Should I?

Maybe my colors and

Music are mine for

A Reason

Redeeming Grace

October 2, 2010

Sunday, July 12, 2009

LifeLights, LifeJoys: Illuminating the sparklings of childhood

(July 12, 2009)

Lights.2
(Toddler Memory)

still still still
stay very still
scratching scalp, stretching hair
Now I can see
button tugging, sweater shrugging
Go out and play

launched into sunshine
Ah mmmmm mmmmm
eyes closed, face upturned
fingers lead hands lead arms
Up into the Light
to OPEN
mmmmm Tree appears
in heart, feet moving

Woods, aah mmmmm, touch,
sniff, head caresses bark
palms squĊsh crevasses
Ah Ah Ah mmm mmm
eyes wander upward
black spikes tickling blueness
(Dead tree to adults, not me)
bottom slides to earth, back leans on trunk
Breathe Love Light Happy

glittering light playing with
hundred leaves hundred colors green
hum huu huu mmmmm mmm

still still still

stay very still

LifeLights, LifeJoys: Illuminating the sparklings of childhood

(Explaining the wee big joys within autism: CarolAnn Edscorn, Jaffrey, NH; July 11, 2009)

Lights.1

(Earliest Memory)

Want
To
Be
Over
There

So warm, so pretty, little sparkies
Dancing
So far away, and I am so small
That square of Light
Glancing
Sideways to see better

Gray shadows, muted sounds
Meaningless, unabsorbing
Movement compared to
Light

Want to be over there
Not in this wood square bars
Breathe slow out
Light expands
Suck air in
Light flickers
Staying in place
Light gone to gray
Overhead, harsh ball of
Harsh light
Not the same, look away
Laying in another wood square bars
Darkness, so dark, missing light

Repeat

Change wood square bars

Want
To
Be
Over
There

So far away, and I am so small