Opening to earth's call
I sink downward
as my toes grip the ground
with an intention of their own
as if they forgot
gravity is already
pulling them
into the center of the earth
rooted and splayed
absorbing energy
Sin and Death: Rewriting Herstory
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The entrenched narrative that we have always been a hostile, aggressive
people committing terrorist acts against one another is fondly recounted by
a cultu...
Dee Day - a new website, a new beginning!
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[image: deedayart.com]
*Announcing my new art website!*
Fast forward a few years to view the poetic essence of my art that has been
forged over the past th...
The Relics
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*My grandmother ruffles through a box of material*
*that smells of mothballs. 4X4 squares*
*of old curtains, denims, dresses, ties, scarves.*
*Anything th...
The Wrecking Ball
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“The only wishes that will ever change you are the kind that may, at any
moment, eat you whole.”
- Janette Rallison, My Fair Godmother
Time weaves her we...
New! Online Introductory Calligraphy Classes!
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I'm super excited to announce that I've just created my first online
calligraphy class! It can be accessed here: *http://skl.sh/1EVrnw0*
The class is a h...
remembering the children
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“… Of course we could try to forget the past. Why not? Is it not natural
for a human being to repress what causes him pain, what causes him shame?
Like the...
kickstarter...
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received in the inbox this week ....
"We are publishing a limited edition of a handmade book of facsimiles of
some fantastic hand lettered practice sheets...
3 comments:
Wonderful...
Wow, that's exciting.
And become evergreen or deciduous or a permanent sapling.
Tree being!
The Dream of the Rood? One of the earliest written poems from the perspective of the tree.
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