18
Jul

Nancy's Poem of the Month - July 2014

 

Nancy's daughter, Kate Lynch, chose this poem.

 

I am a Woman, from Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood

 

I am a woman.
I hold up half of the sky.
I am a woman.
I nourish half of the earth.
I am a woman.
The rainbow touches my shoulders.
The universe encircles my eyes.

20
Jun

Nancy's Poem of the Month - June 2014

 

Today would have been Nancy's 78th birthday. This poem is from the last page of her final book of poetry, We Became as Mountains.

 

Full Circle, from We Became as Mountains, Western Edge Press, 2008, by Nancy Wood

 

Some say the world is dying,
but I don't believe them.
There is always something good to see.

 

My ancestors would not have given up.
I, in my modern house, cannot give up either.
To give up is to die.

 

My voice goes on
and I fight like a warrior for
creatures who cannot speak.
The voices of turtles and falcons are within me,
and I must put myself in Brother Bear's skin.

 

The end is the beginning. The full circle
of my life is nothing more
than one footstep going on.

8
May

Nancy's Poem of the Month - May 2014

 

This poem was chosen by India Wood, Nancy's daughter, in honor of Mother's Day.

 

A Woman's Lesson, from Spirit Walker, 1993, by Nancy Wood

 

A woman's lesson is a simple lesson:
Whatever life asks, answer with love.

 

A woman's lesson is a wise lesson:
Whenever conflict threatens, go forth in harmony.

 

A woman's lesson is an enduring lesson:
Whatever is taken from you, give back in generosity.

 

A woman's lesson is a gradual lesson:
Whenever there is a storm, remain a calm center.

 

A woman's lesson is a courageous lesson:
Whenever there is despair, sow the seed of hope.

 

A woman’s lesson is a practical lesson:
Wherever there is dryness, go and get the rain

7
Apr

Nancy's Poem of the Month - April 2014

 

This poem was chosen by John Eastham, a dear old friend of Nancy's. He quotes it often to "friends who get caught up in the tangled web of 'who am I' and 'am I headed in the correct direction.'"

 

What can I tell you of life? from Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood

 

What can I tell you of life?
It comes hard-earned and beautiful.
It comes disguised and tricked.
It comes with laughter too.
What can I tell you of life?
Nothing.
My version of it is my own.
It does not belong to you.
Like trees, we have our common roots.
But our growth is very different.

4
Mar

Nancy's Poem of the Month - March 2014

 

As the cold and dark of winter is leaving us, I thought this poem about renewal and healing would be fitting for March. Chosen by Sydney Mandel, Nancy Wood's granddaughter.

 

My Help Is in the Mountain, from Hollering Sun, 1972, by Nancy Wood

 

My help is in the mountain
Where I take myself to heal
The earthly wounds
That people give to me.
 

I find a rock with sun on it
And a stream where the water runs gentle
And the trees which one by one
give me company.
 

So must I stay for a long time
Until I have grown from the rock
And the stream is running through me
And I cannot tell myself from one tall tree.
 

Then I know that nothing touches me
Nor makes me run away.
My help is in the mountain
That I take away with me.