In the red thread Circle Guide program, Shiloh Sophia invites participants to connect with our origins, and write a I am from poem. Where are you from?'
I am from sage brush, juniper and mint in roadside ditches
Yarrow in the pasture, that I grind between stones
Then set in the sun to dry, knowing/not knowing
There's something more to do
I am from songs around the campfire
Pumping water and carrying it back to camp
Sleeping bags and clear night skies
Waiting for the blue flash, when the lantern goes out
I am from hikes in the woods
Little mountain mosquito bites that
Won't itch, if I dont scratch them ....
I scratch them!
I am from befriending chipmunks, while my mother watches for birds
From my father's fishing pole and tying flies
Pan fried trout, fresh from the stream
Calling the deer, as hunters have, time behind time
I am from lonely child only child
Day dreams and stories read before bed,
myths and legends
Fuel my dreams
I am from summer adventures with favorite cousins
Learning constellations dancing in ink black summer sky
Milky way, a stream across the heavens
Orion, Cassiopeia, the weeping Pleiades
Great and little dippers, Pegasus, Leo
I am from church on Sunday, and Grange on Fridays
From a line of preachers, teachers and farmers
Midwives and healers stretching back across the plains
To the southern forests, to the Celtic lands
I am from piano lessons and singing in the choir
From drawing the neighbor's ponies,
Hanging clothes on the line and polishing silver
4-H and crafts with my mama
Oregon vacations, Reading after dark
I am from Magpie and Red wing Blackbird
From echoing Meadowlark's trill and singing to my mountains
While waiting for the schoolbus
In the brisk morning air
I am from teacher's college,
Honors English and Music theory
Natural history, with ancient forests and volcanoes
Life drawing and Opera workshop
I am from a third floor dorm room and my first roommate
She, one of ten kids, and me, one of one!
Music Major and minor
Learning to bump along
I am from romance and disappointment
From young motherhood and marriage
Nursing and making yogurt
Messy houses and enough books to fill a library
I am from art and science
Mountains and stars
Healers and dancers
Wise woman and mystics
I am from astrology and tarot readings
Color and Theory
Living in community
And taking up the harp
I am from a dancing dragon tattoo
Living by the sea for awhile
Teaching Reiki and gathering stones
Basking in starlight
I am from here and there,
From the songs of my ancestors, and of my grandchildren
From asking "is there another story you'd like to tell?
Sharing the songs of the stars
.... Posting to Paint Party Friday - where are you from?
8 comments:
Beautiful art...and your poetic words are magical, melodic..shining full of spirit and soul! Wonderful
Victoria
Beautifully written thoughts and wonderful art!
Thank you for sharing~
Happy PPF 🎨
What a beautiful poem and gorgeous painting. Lovely!
gotta go with the word "beautiful" here too-words and art. Love spirit connections. Happy PPF!
Your poem was wonderful Nadya! And such a lovely dragon. So, your Mom was raised in Sisters! I LOVE Sisters! We would have moved there if it hadn't been so expensive (such as Bend). It is so charming. Yes, we love the Mountain Bluebirds!
Lovely dragon, and very clever poem....I a, not sure where I am from...I really hope from love...happy ppf...(#7)...x
Thank you! Yes, my mom's family homesteaded in Sisters around 1905, and my grandad and his friend Ellis made some of the earthly roads! I grew up in Redmond, and it sure has changed!!
That's the bottom online isn't it, Mandy, conning from love!!
Wow! That was amazing, Nadya!! Your poem is so beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing it. No idea how I would convey where I am from, but I love the way you answered that question.
Jeanine Byers
comfortwithhygge.com
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