Eileen St. Louis

S igh, surrender to sanity To sorrow, to suffering, to sacred. Shake success Sounds like I am. Sane, safe, sonorous. Smokes and mirrors snake my seeing Steal sometimes with 'shoulds' and 'should nots' Shhhhhhhhhhh she says. Surround your soul Allow source to surmount To flood these shallows Shift sight from sins that separate ourselves . Return to her. When in search to shoulder the pain Be still in thine center Slowly steep into the deep Open wide by sound For meaning makes our purpose.  

The other evening after a magnificent poetry performance by some friends of ours, I received a great compliment from a elder whose infectious mirth I admire . He described how much he appreciated my presence at his musical event the other eve (tho insisted I must watch his video that included his solo performance which I'd missed) and that although he has not known me for a long time, he finds a love, a universal love that transcends all with knowing me.    I was stunned. I faltered to admit yet still opened my mouth, flowing out that I had been struggling to feel I had anything to offer. He looked me with quiet surprise and seriousness. I have rarely seen this boisterous, laughing soul social butterfly look quite that serious as he weighed the intent of my words. I instantly felt embarrassed and held back from explaining what I meant, now wanting to seem ungrateful for his praise.    But Baba Ratu seemed to understand. He solemnly spoke very n...

I'll start off by declaring I am not a business owner in St. Louis but am speaking as a frequent patron of independent business and as a community organizer that has observed this city for the last 6 years as a resident and activist. This paylot situation annoys me and amplifies the politics that has long existed in the city. When you drive down long stretches of city blocks with ample meter parking, largely unused during the day- it makes you wonder, why would the city create more paylots or more parking lots period. But then you'd have to wonder why St. Louis is still in recovery from a recession that happened over 50 years ago and was further worsened by the flight of the white middle class to the county which left in its wake, abandoned buildings, unemployment and poverty. When you factor in that this city's politicians come from political dynasties that are either themselves from Old Money, in bed with Old Money or in the pockets of corrupt corporations owned by O...

Stillness in my mind Peaceful in your heart. Like the waves that crash to shore- Smoothing rocks until they are sand Refines the delicate textures Of so many different tinted seashells. We endure the storms that erupt and allow them to cascade off our surface back into the ocean. We wait for the calm to return Knowing we'll have choppy seas again. We are still in our minds Peaceful in our hearts. - In Memory of Maya and Martin; Peacemakers through their Voices