STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky
Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Monday, December 23, 2024
SONG FOR SOLSTICE
Friday, December 20, 2024
Tofino Loves Poetry
with her beautiful song
is such a wonderful venue for our Christmas
poetry event. As always, we packed the house.
Tofino really loves poetry!
you slipped away
like an elfin child;
too soon, your long goodbye.
Tuesday, December 17, 2024
The Tree of Forgetfulness
the Tree of Forgetfulness
for a time,
take a break from
All That I Know
of a world
that is turning so dark.
sing us your song of peace.
We will sit under
Grandmother Cedar
and listen with our hearts,
longing for a time
when the people
of the world
will have forgotten war,
and learned to live together
without suffering.
we will let go of
all that is clouded,
and invite in
all the light beings,
the Shambhala warriors
who will usher in
the thousand years of peace
we have been promised.
will hasten their arrival.
How long can Mother Earth
bear the grief
of our divisiveness,
the suffering of millions
of her human
and non-human creatures?
can we bear it?
sing us a healing song,
so we can continue
to believe
that peace is possible
among the human race.
Monday, December 16, 2024
Bereavement
broken guitar strings
week by week.
- and the bereavements beyond measure -
The italicized words are taken from the book and film about suicide titled "All My Puny Sorrows," by Miriam Toews, a noted Canadian author.
Thursday, December 12, 2024
November
In your deepest November,
you slipped away
like an elfin child,
too soon,
your long goodbye.
This is my stanza for a community poem, contributed to by 20 local poets (yes, 20 in a population of 2000 - we are a community of artists of all types) that will be read at our Poetry Night on December 19th in one of the local galleries. I love our December gatherings and will read two of my poems there.
Still processing the grief, which will be lifelong, as I so very well know.
Monday, December 9, 2024
If December Were Your Friend
“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Today's Sermon
Today's sermon is
choosing not to turn on the news,
to sit in front of the Christmas tree lights,
sipping a cup of oolong tea.
Today's sermon is
watching a heron settle herself
on the top of an ancient spruce,
fluffing her skirts and trying
not to topple.
Today's sermon is
grey clouds that might clear,
or might decide to pour the forest
a little pre-Christmas drink.
Today's sermon is
making the choice to bathe
in the beauty of Mother Earth,
raising my eyes - and my spirit -
above the wars, injustices,
toxic rhetoric, hatred and division
that is humanity committing
the opposite of peace.