18
Nov

Night Fire - November 2016

From Dancing Moons, 1995, by Nancy Wood

 

The cold of winter makes a fire in my heart and fills my ears

with the music of the meadowlark. Here in my house, made

of the memory of summer and the desire for green grass,

I know that loneliness will never kill me.

Here in a room filled with sorrow for all the world in pain,

I know that fear can never blind me from seeing

eagles rising from the ashes of my fire.

 Asleep in a bed covered with longing for spring,

I know that anger never soothed my heart nor

silence solved the problems of my world.

In my dreams I see a perfect little flower, and then I know

that love will heal most anything,

my loneliness included.

30
Oct

Eternal Song - October 2016

From Wild Love (unpublished), 1996, by Nancy Wood

 

Our love is what the universe
is all about.  The quickening
of fire.  The triumph over dust.
The eagerness of dawn.  The circles
that seem endless because
we cannot see their origins.
 
Oh, pure love, dangerous as combat,
with its obligation to survive,
what planet chose this?  What stars
dropped down to light my dead fire,
and in the flame created mystery?
 
Do you see perfection in the sky,
and do you know that our new love
is merely one eternal song?

16
Sep

The Solace of Wild Places - September 2016

From Wild Love (unpublished), 1996, by Nancy Wood

 

In these mountains I am made whole again
by birds and rocks and trees which speak to me
of their own difficulty in surviving storms.  The earth reaffirms
my brief connection to her holy body and in this wild place
I find a lasting grace, unheeded in the daily shove of life.
The sun kneads my back with reassurance and the stream
sings of simplicity overlooked in my struggle to be brave.
Deep in these mountains solitude soothes my rage,
and I know that no one notices my importance,
not even me.

30
Aug

All of My Life is a Dance - August 2016

From Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood

 

All of my life is a dance.
When I was young and feeling the earth
My steps were quick and easy.
The beat of the earth was so loud
That my drum was silent beside it.
All of my life rolled out from my feet
Like my land which had no end as far as I could see.
The rhythm of my life was pure and free.
As I grew older my feet kept dancing so hard
That I wore a spot in the earth
At the same time I made a hole in the sky.
I danced to the sun and the rain
And the moon lifted me up
So that I could dance to the stars.
My head touched the clouds sometimes
And my feet danced deep in the earth
So that I became the music I danced to everywhere.
It was the music of life.
Now my steps are slow and hard
And my body fails my spirit.
Yet my dance is still within me and
My song is the air I breathe.
My song insists that I keep dancing forever.
My song insists that I keep rhythm
With all of the earth and the sky.
My song insists that I will never die.

3
Aug

My Brother the Star - July 2016

From Hollering Sun, 1972, by Nancy Wood

 

My brother the star, my mother the earth, my father the sun, my sister the moon, to my life give beauty, to my body give strength, to my corn give goodness, to my house give peace, to my spirit give truth, to my elders give wisdom.

 

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