POEM: Notes to Self

A morning meditation on old post-it notes and new beginnings

Notes to Self
By: Schuyler Brown
April 21, 2024

Notes to self
stuck to the table
like autumn leaves 
in a pile for compost.
Stuck to the wall like a little gallery
of outsider art.
What are they good for if I never look at them?
So I look
and find a recipe for living 
and making art 
and loving--
slightly tattered,
but sure to be delicious.

I need inspiration and peace to create
Find the form that wants to inform
Liberate women to play in mystical realms
Not everything will be a masterpiece
Are you willing to be changed?
It’s working.
Hey, Noble One!
Siva in his poetic form, Siva as a dancer
Embodied enlightenment comes through embodiment of Love
Rest 
Blessings are a transmission
O Great Mother
More detox 
Missed the exit
Delicious love-making
Trust/surrender 
Rest
Make banana bread
and beef stew
Break out into breakouts
Community of the Light 
Christ consciousness 
Silence 
Eclipses
Where we’re headed is beyond faces
Transmuting the muse
My desire for you to be whole is greater than my need for us to be together  
So our lives are an expression of love 
Is this where we’re going? 
Stop worrying, start walking, keep walking.
Unwinding the doing and fighting
Unwinding struggle and punishment 
Unwinding difficulty and suffering
Leave the past in the past...
Not with the past.
What do I have to offer?
The question is so transactional.
Wrong question! 
It makes me feel easily replaceable.
What’s outside that? 
(Friday: at the hotel, Peruvian food
Thursday: healing spring waters
Saturday: Love you - inside and out)
Actual specialness 
Be in touch with your own uniqueness 
without the overlay of "too much" or "too little."
Here's to a healthy ego!
The women I admire 
are not afraid to alienate by speaking their truth,
are funny and fierce and don't give a damn.
The Renaissance required only a few brave souls
Ode to the Glorious Few! 
Creating the New Earth
The Cosmic Path ahead...
Was that an angel?
Being in a co-creative relationship with the Divine 
all of the time.

One day I will miss the post-it notes, 
the notes to self,
and especially this body being 
I call the self. 
So, I bow to the writer
of these little love notes
who has the tenacity
and presence of mind
and poetic heart 
and capacity for discernment 
and the ability to coordinate this hand and eye 
into not-bad penmanship;
the one who has the good sense 
to leave notes 
scattered like autumn leaves 
around the house
so I can read them on this spring morning 
and find my way
Here.
~~~

Special thank you to those who were on the other end of the line when I jotted some of these down. I hope you recognize your own wisdom Ari, Diane, Kim, Ariana, Bonnie, Patrick, Nick, Bee-Gees :)