Friday, January 23, 2004
richness grows from pencil tip, becoming jewels upon a page, moving into flowing shapes upon the window of the eye, gazing into the soul of the art, become the penny for the thought, that spins and spins and never stops for the art must flow and the soul spills upon the page, enriching and changing the story which continues.
Thoughts --
wandering souls are difficult to capture.. often you can only sing of them around the fires, and let the journey continue, not paint them on the stones of eternity, but love them in the winds of the night.
wandering souls are difficult to capture.. often you can only sing of them around the fires, and let the journey continue, not paint them on the stones of eternity, but love them in the winds of the night.
Monday, January 19, 2004
An Otter speaks of a lost friend.
A Spirit Dances in the Wood
In the deep & glorious wood,
where the river runs quickly across the stone,
A spirit danced through all the days,
at night a naked reflection of the flame,
She sang at the tribal fires,
and ran naked across the lands,
touched the sacred mountains,
and laid beneath the stars and trees.
She walked as a woman,
but burned as a wolf,
and was friend to us all,
dancing the sacred hoop of life.
She wore my brothers fur is true,
but in honoring the sacred lives,
using every part of that life to live her own,
she came in the forest and the stones,
a part of the natural journey,
As Bear might lumber across the meadow,
or Hawk might stretch the air.
I never feared for my fur from her,
but would have laid fish and wriggly delights at her hand,
She would slide naked with us in our mud,
and laugh with the wild wolf laugh at our otterly games,
and in the cold mountain waters she was a silvery, golden animal,
Sister to all the relations,
and a friend to me.
Her body was claimed by Raven and the medicine of the Deer,
but I still hear her laughter in the wood,
and I see her running there,
White Wolf Daughter,
Returned to the land,
Free to be the spirit teacher now,
to lead others into the ways of the sacred mountains.
I miss her touch, but I will always see her running in the wood.
Dedicated to Stephinie Anderson - Died, Jan. 16, 2004
(C) 2004 - Me.
A Spirit Dances in the Wood
In the deep & glorious wood,
where the river runs quickly across the stone,
A spirit danced through all the days,
at night a naked reflection of the flame,
She sang at the tribal fires,
and ran naked across the lands,
touched the sacred mountains,
and laid beneath the stars and trees.
She walked as a woman,
but burned as a wolf,
and was friend to us all,
dancing the sacred hoop of life.
She wore my brothers fur is true,
but in honoring the sacred lives,
using every part of that life to live her own,
she came in the forest and the stones,
a part of the natural journey,
As Bear might lumber across the meadow,
or Hawk might stretch the air.
I never feared for my fur from her,
but would have laid fish and wriggly delights at her hand,
She would slide naked with us in our mud,
and laugh with the wild wolf laugh at our otterly games,
and in the cold mountain waters she was a silvery, golden animal,
Sister to all the relations,
and a friend to me.
Her body was claimed by Raven and the medicine of the Deer,
but I still hear her laughter in the wood,
and I see her running there,
White Wolf Daughter,
Returned to the land,
Free to be the spirit teacher now,
to lead others into the ways of the sacred mountains.
I miss her touch, but I will always see her running in the wood.
Dedicated to Stephinie Anderson - Died, Jan. 16, 2004
(C) 2004 - Me.
Sunday, January 18, 2004
From my good friend Thea, in memory of Stephinie,
1/17/03 Thea Summer Deer
Deer medicine you say
OK
I will send you images of deer
mule deer
images woven together
with deer hide senew
for you
I have known them through my lens
run with them
through thicket and glen
felt myself embracing the shyness
the gentleness
finding my way to the top of Sacred Mountain
of single purpose to know my sister
I have fawn eyes you say
OK
I clear the way
If you follow my path through the woods
you will find a place
where I have lain
If you lie down there
you will find my warmth still lingers
and you will know me as Deer
for I have no fear
only a gentle heart
that journeys now
where you can not follow
it is not a place of sorrow
but a place of dreams
a place of peace
She lept at me
merged her flesh with mine
took my breath away
not all of a sudden, but very slowly
I had to learn to follow
she loved me enough to give her life for me
it is impossilbe now to live in fear
only in love and compassion
for this is her medicine
I will be waiting for you
at the top of Sacred Mountain
1/17/03 Thea Summer Deer
Deer medicine you say
OK
I will send you images of deer
mule deer
images woven together
with deer hide senew
for you
I have known them through my lens
run with them
through thicket and glen
felt myself embracing the shyness
the gentleness
finding my way to the top of Sacred Mountain
of single purpose to know my sister
I have fawn eyes you say
OK
I clear the way
If you follow my path through the woods
you will find a place
where I have lain
If you lie down there
you will find my warmth still lingers
and you will know me as Deer
for I have no fear
only a gentle heart
that journeys now
where you can not follow
it is not a place of sorrow
but a place of dreams
a place of peace
She lept at me
merged her flesh with mine
took my breath away
not all of a sudden, but very slowly
I had to learn to follow
she loved me enough to give her life for me
it is impossilbe now to live in fear
only in love and compassion
for this is her medicine
I will be waiting for you
at the top of Sacred Mountain
Saturday, January 17, 2004
I recieved a message early this morning, and I am trying to hold things together long enough, to make these posts.
In Requium - Stephinie Anderson
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Passed from this world - January 16th, 2004
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It's now almost 4 on Sat. mourning. I wish I could've gotten back to you sooner but I just got back from The hospital in Pittsburg where I've been most of the week. I got some sad news my friend. Steph left early last Sun. mourning and got about 8 miles down the road when she had a very terrible accident. As near as anyone can figure she must have hit a deer going down Blackbird mountain and went out of control. Somehow the deer went through the windshield I guess, Because when the cops and emergency services got there it was in the cab of the truck with her. Her truck went over the guardrail and ended up about 50 feet down the mountain. They airlifted her to University hospital in Morgantown and then Monday afternoon she was flown to Pittsburg. She sustained some very serious injuries. Steph hung on to life but stayed in a coma the whole week. Her sister in law and I drove up there Monday night and stayed all week. Sherri spent Tuesday getting in contact with Stephs brother in Iraq and he arrived Wed. night. The doctors did everything they could and informed us the whole time but she went quietly yesterday afternoon. I hate to be the bearer of the news to you, but I knew she was on her way to see you and thought would like to know what happened. Her brother is taking her home today and I wish I could go out there for the services. She was a very good friend and I'll miss her. I'll be holding her memory for a long while to come. You probably know more of her friends on here, So if you have a way of telling them of this please do.
Sincerely, Chuck [ThreeHawks]
I have been feeling such for a long time.. and her visions of Raven spoke of this to me.. I am devastated... yet am blessed to have known what I have of her. Great Spirit bring her to the sacred mountain, where she can run free, and know the touch of the infinite.
Marion, who once again, dances alone.
As She lived, may she Dance forever
In Requium - Stephinie Anderson
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Passed from this world - January 16th, 2004
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It's now almost 4 on Sat. mourning. I wish I could've gotten back to you sooner but I just got back from The hospital in Pittsburg where I've been most of the week. I got some sad news my friend. Steph left early last Sun. mourning and got about 8 miles down the road when she had a very terrible accident. As near as anyone can figure she must have hit a deer going down Blackbird mountain and went out of control. Somehow the deer went through the windshield I guess, Because when the cops and emergency services got there it was in the cab of the truck with her. Her truck went over the guardrail and ended up about 50 feet down the mountain. They airlifted her to University hospital in Morgantown and then Monday afternoon she was flown to Pittsburg. She sustained some very serious injuries. Steph hung on to life but stayed in a coma the whole week. Her sister in law and I drove up there Monday night and stayed all week. Sherri spent Tuesday getting in contact with Stephs brother in Iraq and he arrived Wed. night. The doctors did everything they could and informed us the whole time but she went quietly yesterday afternoon. I hate to be the bearer of the news to you, but I knew she was on her way to see you and thought would like to know what happened. Her brother is taking her home today and I wish I could go out there for the services. She was a very good friend and I'll miss her. I'll be holding her memory for a long while to come. You probably know more of her friends on here, So if you have a way of telling them of this please do.
Sincerely, Chuck [ThreeHawks]
I have been feeling such for a long time.. and her visions of Raven spoke of this to me.. I am devastated... yet am blessed to have known what I have of her. Great Spirit bring her to the sacred mountain, where she can run free, and know the touch of the infinite.
Marion, who once again, dances alone.
As She lived, may she Dance forever
Sunday, January 11, 2004
I never thought of myself as a 'canary' but I do have to admit this comment makes sense.. tis from an MCS group on Yahoo.
*** People who suffer from Environmental Illness (such as Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, or MCS) are often referred to as "canaries": like the canary in a coal mine, people with extreme chemical sensitivities provide a warning sign that the human body cannot tolerate indefinitely the toxic chemicals we have invented, and with which we have made much of our world unsafe for habitation - not only for us, but for many, perhaps most, other forms of life as well.
Fish kills, mutant frogs, and human cancers all sound a warning in the voice of the canary; but, it is people with Chemical Sensitivity who are made most immediately aware of just how prevalent toxic chemicals are in our modern world.
Here we can come together and share the information and experiences that have taught each of us a piece of the knowledge necessary to survive and thrive, eliminating unnecessary toxic chemicals from our lives, and replacing them with the elements of health and the alternatives offered by the natural world around us. ***
I can only say... interesting.. very interesting...
*** People who suffer from Environmental Illness (such as Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, or MCS) are often referred to as "canaries": like the canary in a coal mine, people with extreme chemical sensitivities provide a warning sign that the human body cannot tolerate indefinitely the toxic chemicals we have invented, and with which we have made much of our world unsafe for habitation - not only for us, but for many, perhaps most, other forms of life as well.
Fish kills, mutant frogs, and human cancers all sound a warning in the voice of the canary; but, it is people with Chemical Sensitivity who are made most immediately aware of just how prevalent toxic chemicals are in our modern world.
Here we can come together and share the information and experiences that have taught each of us a piece of the knowledge necessary to survive and thrive, eliminating unnecessary toxic chemicals from our lives, and replacing them with the elements of health and the alternatives offered by the natural world around us. ***
I can only say... interesting.. very interesting...
Thursday, January 01, 2004
2004 - A most blessed and Happy Nude Year to you all. May the new year be revealing and creative and healing and productive and beautiful journeys for you.
Special hugs to my very wonderful artist / model friends..
Desi, Jen, Jessica, Steph, Misty, Anita, Astara, Aurora, Moonhawk, Sam, Malcom, Nichole, Alyssa, Sarah, Sophi, Sonia, Thea, Lauryl, Robin, Rie, Rachel, Tasha, Fran, Heather, and soooo many others that support, encourage and put up with me.. :) without whom, my work simply would not exist. Blessings and much love to you all.
Special hugs to my very wonderful artist / model friends..
Desi, Jen, Jessica, Steph, Misty, Anita, Astara, Aurora, Moonhawk, Sam, Malcom, Nichole, Alyssa, Sarah, Sophi, Sonia, Thea, Lauryl, Robin, Rie, Rachel, Tasha, Fran, Heather, and soooo many others that support, encourage and put up with me.. :) without whom, my work simply would not exist. Blessings and much love to you all.
