Full Circle – June 2014

 

 

Nancy Wood poem poster 18: Full Circle

 

Full Circle, from We Became as Mountains, 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.

A Woman’s Lesson – 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.

What can I tell you of life? – April 2014

 

 

Nancy Wood poem poster 8: What can I tell you of life?
Poem broadsheet includes Nancy Wood photograph of fiddlemaker Ben Gillaspie, Dinosaur, CO, circa 1978.

 

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.

My help is in the mountain – March 2014

Nancy Wood poem poster 2: 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.

Hold on to what is good – February 2014

 

 

Nancy Wood poem poster 1: Hold on to what is good

 

From Many Winters, 1974, by Nancy Wood

 

Hold on to what is good
even if it is
a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe
even if it is
a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do
even if it is
a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when
it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when
I have gone away from you.