Luna Moth
A Prayer by Melissa Wakeman
Oh give me the raucous and riotous beauty of the earth. Where my roots dance amongst the trees in an intertwined conversation of love. Luna moth wings as luminous as a star, the dust of Me transformed into a gorgeous tapestry of life. Cardinals vivid red, hold essence of forms I have known before. I like to think they are checking in on me here, gentle reminders of home. Energy swirls around me when my eyes close. I see the mother whale's eye. Feel a stirring deep in me. Even my lame ears still hear the oceans call. You are home, you are everything and everywhere. Ladybirds gather close with reassuring kisses when all seems lost. And my feet walk amongst galaxies of hearts. We are golden. Stardust rivers woven into a forever song.
Floating Thoughts by Jill Rockoff Sykes
A sea of tiny pebbles
Dead MAN'S float they call it.
But WOMAN.
She is the one drowning.
Moms.
Left last by the patriarchy, all others needs first. Forgotten humans. Drowning.
And yet as I float in the sea, head back. The water swims into my orifices. The sounds of the world, my anxiety muted. But into the quiet, emerges the sounds of a million tiny stones washing ashore. Churning, crashing.
My 7 year old taught me that the sand is just stones ground down so fine they appear as sand, but under a microscope they are still stones.
Minot to Egypt
Egypt to Minot
A million footsteps from fine sand to large stones.
So beautiful. Such magic.
As I float in the sea, head back, listening.
Listening to the sea of tiny pebbles wash along the shore line-
they too will turn to sand but today they are still rocks.
Art-magical healing.
Meditation- quiet turns to pain, turns to discomfort, but light emerges in the darkness.
Color. Bold beautiful colors and stones become art.
These stones if left alone, would be ground down. Nearly nothing left of them.
But she who finds their beauty, she stops. She appreciates and she saves the single stone from turning to sand.
The basement.
It's dark and creepy.
The basement of rock bottom is a place no one wants to go, especially alone.
But why? You musnt go alone.
You are a single stone in a sea of tiny pebbles.
Community swirling all around you.
Everyone in their own washing machine of the ocean, drowning in magic.
A Conversation between Mothers and Friends.
This piece was made for and inspired by my friend Jill. My words and her words form a conversation and woven story for this piece. We met I believe, because magic brought us together. Beings of light and water, mothers and women. Sharing community, words and story so the load we carry is not quite so heavy. Thank you Jill for being a light. Inspiring me back into the water and walking with me amongst the galaxies of rocks.