Body Song
11/02/09 06:24 AM Filed in: Life Masks
When I was young I was fortunate to live in small town in Rural PA where my back yard was the woods. I can remember days and weeks with no sense of anything but this forest and my body and senses open to the mysteries I found there. I would spend hours and hours building beautiful communities in the soft pines that had fallen from this grove of trees, swinging with abandon over Toby creek, finding my way to the dark wood where I could lay down in the fairy circle and listen to the birds and see the clouds thought the trees A deep sense of joy, passion and timelessness, a connection to this other than human world. a knowing of my own body song, of my name before I was born. And then I went to elementary school all the way through graduate school and I was lost for a very long time. Read More...
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Breakfast with Beezel
10/24/09 06:14 AM Filed in: Haiku
The wounded one cries
As flutes sing their lullabies
another eye opens
Myths are being told
about the one who is being born now
village drums shout their joy
the eye opens wide
new ears beginning to hear
give voice to flutes song.
--Nancy Gordon
Breakfast with Beezel
10/20/09 01:02 PM Filed in: Haiku
Welcome
10/19/09 12:50 PM Filed in: Musings
Our Communal heart
pulses apart, together
as we walk our paths
we sing out body
song to the more than humans
hoping humans hear
the starts are dancing
the instrument of the soul
is singing clearly
tuned to her jewels
that have been polished by life
she laughs, cries out loud.
– Nancy Gordon
photo by Werner Brandt