Poetry

From the beginning, my life was composed as a poem since my name means peaceful rain on an island. Needless to say, writing has been part of my journey since childhood. When I first realized that I could write poetry it felt like I held the keys to heaven on earth. Keys unlocking a gate into the wild unknown. A feeling which hasn’t diminished over the years. I’ve created this page as an altar to honor the significance poetry has in my existence. I invite you to soak up the wisdom and the beauty into your bones. Let it speak to you like ancestral whispers passed down from the earth and stars. Let it heal your deep wild nature.

Poetry is an embodiment of beauty and spirit as it lends understanding to mysteries of the universe. For me, poetry happens when my body, heart, mind, and soul are dancing in sequence within sacred heart space. It is what gives expression to my inner voice through the creative power of language. It is connected to the deep wild essence within as I explore the infinity of my soul wilderness. This poetic journey is about being in the present moment and feeling the supreme truth of all that is. I love looking at the world through a magnifying glass and feeling the awe of what I see.

“Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it begins as did all fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.”

— Mary Oliver

You can’t understand poetry by studying form and structure. It has to come from a place in the heart. There can be no value placed on beauty or poetry any more than you can measure the worth of a human being. Beauty is synonymous with poetry. You can’t have one without the other. It is about recognizing the sacred within the simple. Even in the midst of tragedy, terror, horror and destruction there is beauty and poetry. Just because one might not be able to perceive it doesn’t mean that it isn’t present.

Poetry is the balm that goes deep within the wound to heal all the pain and suffering. It is the protection around my soul that has kept me whole and sovereign. It is the wisdom my ancestors whisper to me from the stars through the darkness of night. Their poetry weaves a tapestry of words into a poem that flows from Spirit to my fingertips as an expression of impermanence.

“The world is full of poetry. The air is living with its spirit; and the waves dance to the music of its melodies, and sparkle in its brightness.”  — James Gates Percival

I practice deep listening to write poetry. It’s like life sings a song every morning when I wake up. I have to listen for the words and pen them into a poem for my heart to live and breathe. Poetry is my heart song. It is the divine voice singing through me. It is the ancestral chorus of my lineage healing and living on within my blood and bones. Poetry is their legacy beating within my heart. Poetry is the medicine of story. 

“With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry.”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Poetry and the medicine of story are the means that I have found for healing in my own journey. It is also a talent and gifting that I feel compelled to honor here in this sacred space. It helps me to embody my intuition, energy, creativity and connection to Mother Earth as the four roots of my deep wild nature. It is what gives expression to the voice of my inner sanctuary. Writing is part of my soul mission and it brings me the power that I need to stand in confidence and self-belief. It is what lends me the strength and courage to walk into my inner wilderness.  

Poetry and writing are the path through the sorrow as well as the path into greater depths of joy. They are the wise innocence of my inner child and the rebelliousness of my teenage self as well as the innate wisdom of my soul. Poetry and writing are the playground where I process the meaning of my life. It lends me grace and ease to navigate through the storms and challenges I must face. If this part of my journey touches your own you might enjoy subscribing to “Postcards from the Deep Wild” and receive access to a magical portal called “The Secret Garden.” 

“When I began to listen to poetry, it’s when I began to listen to the stones, and I began to listen to what the clouds had to say, and I began to listen to other. And I think, most importantly for all of us, then you begin to learn to listen to the soul, the soul of yourself in here, which is also the soul of everyone else.”
—Joy Harjo

Post Cards From the Deep Wild

If this part of my journey touches your own you might enjoy subscribing to receive virtual postcards, with access to a magical portal called The Secret Garden

Subscribe Here