Thank you for this lovely poem - you don’t know me, but I am so looking forward to meeting you at RIng Lake Ranch when you are there with Marianne Borg this month! I spent a week listening to Marianne (and learning from her) at the Ranch a few years ago so I am so pleased that a spot opened up for me to attend your workshop this summer.
Southern shores. Went there for 30 some years in a row, all 10 of us, (til my father in law passed away last sept.) Get up for a sunrise (then grab a duck donut and go back to bed). Excellent.
How deep, indeed. As the single mother of an adult child with multiple disabilities, the melody of that song is growing harder to sing...but my faith reveals refrains I have yet to sing.
A poem by Joy... no wonder it has such a beautiful and distinctive voice.
I am reading Anne Hillerman (Tony's daugher) and vicariously spending time among the Dine. So, it doesn't have the ocean, but it has the butte and the sky and I can see them in Anne's writing.
When I discovered our family secret - that we are descended from African enslaved people in Bermuda, I danced with my female ancestors along the edge of the sea at a quiet beach (Grape Bay). Some I will never be able to trace - but got back to 4x great-grandmother --- and so we are one and the sea is our home - they travelled the middle Passage - those ones have no names that we will ever know. But they are known.
I love the Outer banks or any ocean. At the oceans edge you can feel the movement of creation. The waves moving in and out and like creations breath prayer. When John said "He was in the Spirit on the Lord's day" I believe John was standing in the Sea.
From sunrise to kitchen, to work, to garden, to play ... ❤️
Thank you for this lovely poem - you don’t know me, but I am so looking forward to meeting you at RIng Lake Ranch when you are there with Marianne Borg this month! I spent a week listening to Marianne (and learning from her) at the Ranch a few years ago so I am so pleased that a spot opened up for me to attend your workshop this summer.
Southern shores. Went there for 30 some years in a row, all 10 of us, (til my father in law passed away last sept.) Get up for a sunrise (then grab a duck donut and go back to bed). Excellent.
How deep, indeed. As the single mother of an adult child with multiple disabilities, the melody of that song is growing harder to sing...but my faith reveals refrains I have yet to sing.
A well deserved break. Enjoy!
Dianna how wonderful to go a place where your body and soul can be filled is special! I loved the picture and the poem. Do you ever see the horses.
I must confess it is the mountains for me .
Enjoy!
I love Joy Harjo. Thanks for sharing!
Beautiful and inspiring. Thank you got a peaceful start to the day
Love the Outer Banks! I used to go every year…
My favorite place
A poem by Joy... no wonder it has such a beautiful and distinctive voice.
I am reading Anne Hillerman (Tony's daugher) and vicariously spending time among the Dine. So, it doesn't have the ocean, but it has the butte and the sky and I can see them in Anne's writing.
When I discovered our family secret - that we are descended from African enslaved people in Bermuda, I danced with my female ancestors along the edge of the sea at a quiet beach (Grape Bay). Some I will never be able to trace - but got back to 4x great-grandmother --- and so we are one and the sea is our home - they travelled the middle Passage - those ones have no names that we will ever know. But they are known.
Beautiful poem and photo. Thank you.
Not all that far from you. Retired to New Bern NC.😊
I love the Outer banks or any ocean. At the oceans edge you can feel the movement of creation. The waves moving in and out and like creations breath prayer. When John said "He was in the Spirit on the Lord's day" I believe John was standing in the Sea.
A beautiful poem of images! Thank you for it!