I just learned last night of the death in November of Sharon Mann, a wonderful artist and bright spirit, who was diagnosed with brain cancer in 2019.
You can find her magical art and words here.
black dreams beat away sleep
with raw beauty beyond recall
what language uses shadows
to whisper why to ask
the moonlight to show who
sings the lost wind soaring
through the still blue time
of aftering
I discovered who my local prolific serenader is. Of course the Oracle knew already.
I found this painting/collage the other day–I know I’ve used it before, but I thought it would be useful for something else, so I saved it in my ideas space. When I read the Oracle’s message this morning, it seemed like she knew ahead of time where it belonged.
recall the dreamlight
time as a living being
shadows shining through the raw sky
did what you thought
you never needed
show you how
to still the stormcry
into moonships singing
the language of seaforests?
a thousand whispered wings
The Oracle was obviously missing the birdlings.
ghosts linger as dark stars
dazzled holes of lost time
ask the angels how to remember
flying the sky
melting color like sacred fire
dancing with air
if we sail our breath
with wild naked eyes
vast and opened into listening
who will we become?
Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.
The Oracle is still in a spiritual earth-affirming mode.
come by this
fertile listening
blue spiritsongs spring
out of up from
the ancient wild between
earth water air light
a deep knowing
through which to breathe
I think the Oracle is telling me to slow down, stop trying to do everything all at once. Don’t panic because I can’t even find the box where I packed the scotch tape. Sometimes you just need to take time to breathe.
breathe full deep
climb between
always and after
follow spirit about
let soul in
wander quiet paths
listening to rivers
giving songs
to the wind
The Oracle responded immediately to the NaPoWriMo day 17 prompt of the moon. And who could blame her? It’s always a good subject for a poem, in this case, a Badger’s Hexastitch.
moonsongs
treeroot between
the ancient wanderings
of night—follow secret
animal paths
earth deep
Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.
