Birdsong
Heartsong
Bees buzz
Mindbuzz
Flowers bloom
HopebloomInterconnected
in a deep
magical
dance of life.Tulip tree is still blooming!
Spinning souls into being,
unfurling leaves,
beating my heart
and that of
mouse
chicken
dolphin
elephant
monkey
panther…This animating force
that dances through the cosmos
speaking through our lips
hearing through our ears
touching our skin
creating through our hands
and bodies.The lifepulse
of reality.
The skeins
of time and mystery.Sage is sneaking up out of the weedy grasses.
This beat
this dance
this beautiful rhythm
I waltz with it
and I sing
in its chorus…(4/29/2013)
I’m feeling pretty beat. Wrung out. Exhausted. Tired. Strained. I still went down to the woods though and I still practiced yoga this afternoon. And, I’m still planning our women’s retreat for May 10th. These things should NOT be the first to go. I must uphold my commitment to these practices for my own well-being. Likewise with writing even this simple post—I “should” be doing something else, or should I? Doing this actually matters too.
At our craft workshop this last weekend, I lamented briefly to my husband that I hadn’t gotten everything done I’d hoped to do while there. Then, I noted that I had, in fact, finished reading two books, prepared for both of my college classes, graded 11 genograms and 4 papers, kept up with my online class (even though I had to drive up the road for the internet access), and made five new sculptures. And, oh yeah, I also ran a craft camp and took care of my three kids too. Perhaps I actually rock.
In addition, I published a brief post here and I woke from a nap humming with inspiration and wrote a blog post about Womenergy for my other blog:
…Womenergy moved humanity across continents, birthed civilization, invented agriculture, conceived of art and writing, pottery, sculpture, and drumming, painted cave walls, raised sacred stones and built Goddess temples. It rises anew during ritual, sacred song, and drumming together. It says She Is Here. I Am Here. You Are Here and We Can Do This. It speaks through women’s hands, bodies, and heartsongs. Felt in hope, in tears, in blood, and in triumph.
Here are some pictures of the sculptures I made while away:
VBAC “Hope” mama.
Cesarean “je donne” sculpture.
Mamapriestess made with every scrap of remaining clay.
Experimented unsuccessfully with some A’kuba style sculptures. While I was originally excited about the potential, I am not a fan!
The opening poem was from yesterday, this was mine from today (I was lying on my back on the rocks):
Hot sun
cool stonerestore me
body
mind
and soulstilling
nurturing
holding
nourishinggranting peace
grace
and harmony.Dog breath
on my face.
Surprise!
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