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Grandmother February 8, 2020

Grandmother February 8, 2020 ⓒBearspawprint2020

Grandmother February 8, 2020 ⓒBearspawprint2020

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January 20, 2019 Grandmother

January 20, 2019
Grandmother

January 20, 2019 Grandmother ⓒBearspawprint2019

January 20, 2019
Grandmother
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Wolf Moon  Blood Moon  Lunar Eclipse

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VARULVEN
GARMANA

Úlfhéðnar
Haraldskvæði
Dervhengrym

DANCE OF WOLVES
MUMMERS DANCE
LOREENA MCKINNETT

RUNNING WITH THE WOLVES
NOX ARCANA

RUNNING WITH THE WOLVES
TERVASKANTO
KOPIKLANNI

 

 

 

 

Rising Grandmother

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Grandmother is rising
She transforms me
Into shadows amongst
Other shadows shifting
Owls call disturbing voles
Frogs sing of the recent rain
Dogs are barking at nothing
Barking at breezes and movement
Moonlight and shadows
Ephemeral as a life once lived
Now carried as a burden
Weariness lives in my hair
Though I cut most of it off
The weight of white shimmering
Is heavy heavy so heavy
I pretend to watch
Where are my feet lead me
I heard an old man say please
I saw in the moonlight
Arrogance and ignorance
Holding tight together
As Grandmother passed
They resolved into
Something else a widow-maker
Or perhaps nothing
The misty ancient please winks
Brightening passing clouds
Moisture drips slowly
From the points of pine needles
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Bear … o8.29.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Mountain Exits

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Exits access
Plastic farms
Museums of death
Battlefield lunches
Bulldozed memory
Cut through
Grandmother’s
Childhood
Mortally wounded
Her heart
Is bandaged
With gray cement
Corridors of progress
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Bear … 04.16.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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The Devil Is Beating His Wife

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I raised my small arms
To the wondrous rain.

Billions of rounded
Prisms glistened with
Sparkling cooling
Rainbows of crystal
Faerie kisses soothing
My hot brow, wetting
My long hair that gave
Me an elfin shade from
The now smiling sun
Dancing in the falling
Late afternoon soft
Warm perfect
Barely splashing…

“Grandmother, Mother
Look! Oh see! Come out
Come out!”

“What now?
Oh. I see.”

“That is just the Devil
Beating his wife.”

Grandmother and Mother
Returned to their tasks,
Nodding to each other
In a rare moment
Of womanly agreement.

Mother echoed
Grandmother’s
Sidelong glance at
My wet self, standing
Just beyond the shelter
Of the roof.

“How can the Devil
Beat his wife?
The Devil doesn’t
Have a wife.
Who would marry
The Devil?”

Again Grandmother
And Mother shared
That strange look.
So strange because
They never agreed
About anything.

Mother looked at
Me, for once with
Compassion rather
Than contempt.

“Many are the
Foolish girls
Who have
Married devils
For nothing
But their charm.”

“Child, one day
You will see
These devils
Dancing ’round
Preening and
Crowing and
Making promises.
Lying and
Strutting
Knowing of
Their devilish charm.”

“This rain is
The Rain of Woman’s
Silent Tears.”

“Too late do
Many women see
The Devil shed
His Cloak of Charm.
It’s useless to
Cry for what
Is already done,
When there is
Work to be done.”

“Go on now.
Play in the
Sorrow of Women.
Today it is glittering
Rounded prism of
Warm and soothing
Girlhood rain.”

” But know, Child,
When the sun is
Shining and a
Gentle rain
is falling,
Both at
The same time…”

“The Devil
Is Beating
His Wife.”

Bear … 07.08.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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SILENCE — Music Themes

THE FIRST WORD
“Music is the source of the first word
The first word is silence”
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/music-is-the-first-word/
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EMBERS — Max Richter

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No words and without a sound
Star shine within, without…
A rainbow lights the night.
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All possibilities,
As branches of a tree
Opening,
As does a flower.
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LIFE BREATH OF SILENCE
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/01/life-breath-of-silence/
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Simon and Garfunkel —  The Sound of Silence (Original Version from 1964)

Lyrics:https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/09/28/the-sound-of-silence/
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SILENCE —Hans Zimmer — The Thin Red Line

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AND THERE WAS SILENCE —Bill The Butcher
http://piazzadcara.wordpress.com/2013/02/03/and-there-was-silence-bill-the-butcher/
Piazza della Carina
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Silence – Both Feet In Hell — Veronica Decides To Die — Slovenian Natioanl Theatre Opera and Ballet

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Ballet of Mud
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/03/ballet-of-mud/
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SILENT PRAYER —Thomas Bergerson —  Two Steps From Hell — Dreams and Imaginations

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CIRCLING ROUND
.https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/circling-round/
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SURRENDER TO SILENCE — Lisa Gerrard with Klaus Schulze

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I AM A FOOL IN DARKNESS
.https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/05/26/i-am-a-fool-in-darkness/
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Kuwômôyush k’hpáyash — Joanne Shenandoah

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Silence was my pick for this week.
Smile, smile, Smile has been chosen by Lisa for next week.
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LISA:           Music Theme Thursday …
JOHNNY:  Music Theme – …
WILLOW
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Silence —- Lagrimae

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SINKING
“Silence Shrieks:
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2014/02/23/sinking/
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FIRE — ANGELS AND DEMONS — Hans Zimmer

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AND IT ENDS IN A DEAFENING SILENCE
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LA LLORONA — Chavela Vargas

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THUNDERSTRUCK —2 Cellos

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Grandmother

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Grandmother cradles young
Dreams, concealing her death
Beneath fragile soft skin.
Grandmother flies,
Soaring through time,
Without wings nor sequence.
Grandmother sings in silence,
With the resonance of knowing,
She quiets the yestermorrows,
Soothing fear and hunger.
Grandmother is humming
Sweet dreams into being.
She loves and she loves
And she loves with her
Ancient, shattered, broken and
Carefully mended,
Old Woman’s gentle heart.
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Bear … 04.12.2014
ⓒ Bearspawprint
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