Wild Words: Ferociously Nourishing Poetry

Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.

In this blog I offer you heartfelt, homemade recordings of some of my favorite poems. I invite you also to spend time with their pulsing vibrations and pregnant pauses, to savor the luscious sensual syllables on your tongue, and to feel the subtle changes in your being as you play with the poems.

Listen, read and then slowly speak them out loud. The medicine of poetry will endlessly surprise and delight you as a portal into your own wild multidimensionality!

Annunciation, for Winter Solstice

12/20/2020

Painting by Kelly Hall.
Used with permission.

Even if I don't see it again--nor ever feel it
I know it is--and that if once it hailed me
it ever does--
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn't--I was blinded like that--and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I'd die
from being loved like that.

- Marie Howe

Faithful Following the Flow

11/8/2020

Painting by Kelly Hall. Used with permission.

In these moments I let myself thaw
from noun to verb, finding my own
liquidity, and let gravity begin
to pull like an old, sweet summoning,

I then sluice through labyrinthian cracks
in my own becoming, flowing faithfully
right to the feet of this great mountain
of stillness behind my sternum.

And then - here I am
ancient, drunk
on the richness of gaining
absolutely nothing at all.

- Brooke McNamara

Annunciation, for Winter Solstice

Faithful Following the Flow

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