Red Tailed Hawk

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MorningCompanionI burn
for words to flow from my
wings,
fingers on keys punching out
truth of my heart
 
There is something called
Mystery
in the way word flows
 
I cannot rest inside thick walls
where chinks crack light
there is more outside
wider truth
blinding flight
 
I am not meant to stay
sidestep to validate
defend that which does not
ring sweet and lavish
no more
no more
 
I open the primordial door of language
to empty myself
hollow out my bones
leave my vessel quarried
open
to be filled
a chamber
holding space for the Sacred
 
I am an aperture of Grace
Alice through
the glass
into fields of
green and silence
where wind speaks
and one day
words will coil
as Great Serpent
with Jupiter
rising
side by side
in passionate embrace
with the Cold Snow Moon

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A red tailed hawk was my breakfast companion this week. As I sat eating I gazed up and out the high window of the room. There she was, a hawk. And she gazed back at me as I grabbed my phone to take a photo. She obliged and stayed for the meal.
 
I received good news. Finally, after fifteen years of CAT scans, my doctor now considers me cancer free.
 
I received the gift of two poems from two dear friends. One dedicated a newly penned and lovely one to me. The other friend came across one in a newly acquired book. The poems spoke to them of me. They graciously shared, a heart blessed way to encourage me on my new path.
 
And, a full moon this week.
 
On the night in which it was full, we had clouds. It was cold, and she came and went as thick and thin wisps passed through the air burgeoning with almost snow. But she was there. The next evening under clear skies Jupiter and Grandmother Moon danced.
 
I share these random thoughts as I begin a new way in my life. I feel good in my skin. Something I’ve never felt before. Peace and much joy.
 
And I discovered the work of the artist below that made me want to jump up and down and scream, “Yes!!!! This is what I want to be when I grow up. A poet like this. An artist like this.”
 
Peace and joy of new beginnings to you.
Don’t let them scare you away.
 
Lexanne

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Full Moon Blessings!
Watch the Full Snow Moon on February 22nd. The name of this Full Moon came from the native tribes of the north where the month of February usually had the biggest snowfall. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Full Hunger Moon since food was scarce due to difficult hunting in harsh winter conditions.
As usual, I bring you more the Full Moon names from several Native American tribes:
Abenaki – Makes branches fall in pieces Moon
Algonquin – Ice in river is gone
Anishnaabe (Chippewa, Ojibwe) – Sucker Moon
Arapaho – Frost sparkling in the sun
Assiniboine – Long dry Moon
Cherokee – Bony Moon
Choctaw – Wind Moon
Comanche – Sleet Moon
Cree – Old Moon
Haida – Goose Moon
Hopi – Moon of purification and renewal
Kalapuya – Out of food
Lakota – Moon when the trees crack because of the cold
Mohawk – Lateness
Navajo – Squeeky voice
Omaha – Moon when geese come home
Passamaquoddy- When the spruce tips fall
Potawatomi – Moon of the rabbit
Pueblo – Moon of the cedar dust wind
Shawnee – Crow Moon
Shoshone – Coyote Moon
Sioux – Dark red calves or raccoon Moon
Tlingit – Black bear Moon
Winnebago – Fish-running Moon
Wishram – Shoulder to shoulder around the fire Moon
Zuni – No snow in trails
Rivers in the Ocean
— with Jeanette Carrero 

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