Saturday, June 1, 2013

Writing, I am. And doing way too many other things, today. Found this terrific Dream Song from the Wintu tribe. May be a good quote with which to start a chapter.

"Where will you and I sleep?
At the down-turned jagged rim of the sky you and I will sleep."

Love it - and the book of Indian poems that I have had for a long time. I gave my mother a copy in August of 1986. I wrote her a poem. We hadn't seen each other for a long time--life can be that way.

****
To Momma,
   
    I can trail the wind.
    Earthly ties do not bind me
    From you.

    In the trail of the wind,
    Mountains sigh
    Arching against endless sky

    And the Solace
    Reminds me
    Of you.

    Then, wind's wild wings beating
    Carried heart's songs away
    Not gently.

                                                               Now, pray hear my true wind song
                                                               Across the distance for you
                                                               Spoken intently.
                                                             ****

I see my mother at the old wood stove making the best biscuits or tortillas that ever melted in a child's mouth. The spirit of that moment and so many more like it feed my soul and I hope flow out onto the pages of my book. It is simple to feel and let the memory call me back - to remember the smells, the smile, the browned by-the-sun hands that yet were soft as kittens, the touch of those hands that healed every childhood ill - it is so hard to capture it all with the right words!!

The great challenge!

And I'm on it!







 











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