A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is a panther poised in a cypress tree about to jump.
The panther is a poem of fire green eyes and a heart charged by four winds of four directions.
A panther poised in the cypress tree about to jump is a panther poised in a cypress tree about to jump.
The panther is a poem of fire green eyes and a heart charged by four winds of four directions.
Harjo’s poetry is deeply rooted in her ancestral roots and the intergenerational trauma of colonisation. Her collection is a profound meditation on the lives, struggles, and resilience of all indigenous peoples. #Indigenous #native #literature #books #bookreview #JoyHarjo #Poetry #poems
I believe in the sun. In the tangle of human failures of fear, greed, and forgetfulness, the sun gives me clarity. When explorers first encountered my people, they called us heathens, sun worshippers. They didn’t understand that the sun is a relative, and illuminates our path on this earth. After dancing all night in aContinue reading “Talking with the sun”
Today’s ancient word of the day is vernation. This is the genesis of new leaves sprouting during springtime. This is the arrangement of the buds as they erupt forth into the world.
“Do you think that there is anywhere, in any language – a word billowing enough – for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun, reaches out and warms you”: The Sun by Mary Oliver
“And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still.” #alone #quote #healing #love #connection
A deeply moving book of prose and #poetry that captures the bittersweet and dark nature of #grief and letting go. This is a timeless companion for people of all ages, stages and phases of life. #PTSD #trauma #growth #psychology #connection
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
Although the wind
Blows terribly here
the moonlight also leaks
between the roof planks
of this ruined house
~ Izumi Shikibu, 10th Century Japanese poet
“I thought how the sun blazes for everyone just so joyfully as it rises
under the lashes of my own eyes, and I thought I am so many!” – Sunrise by Mary Oliver