http://rhythmpassage.com/index.htmlBreakfast with Beezelenngordon5@gmail.comCopyright 2009 Nancy Gordon2009-11-02T06:24:49-08:00 hourly 1 2000-01-01T12:00+00:00 Mon, 19 Oct 2009 12:19:33 -0700ngordon5@gmail.comLife Masks2009-11-02T06:24:49-08:00http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/e22ed01072a5fe914f81656ae86f3daa-6.html#unique-entry-id-6http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/e22ed01072a5fe914f81656ae86f3daa-6.html#unique-entry-id-6I have come to call what we bring forth, either in silence, movement, song, poetry, speech, art or rhythm, when our soul calls our name and we feel moved to answer, Body Songs.
When I was young I was fortunate to live in small town in Rural PA where my back yard was the woods. I can remember days and weeks with no sense of anything but this forest and my body and senses open to the mysteries I found there. I would spend hours and hours building beautiful communities in the soft pines that had fallen from this grove of trees, swinging with abandon over Toby creek, finding my way to the dark wood where I could lay down in the fairy circle and listen to the birds and see the clouds thought the trees A deep sense of joy, passion and timelessness, a connection to this other than human world. a knowing of my own body song, of my name before I was born. And then I went to elementary school all the way through graduate school and I was lost for a very long time.]]>ngordon5@gmail.comHaiku2009-10-24T06:14:55-07:00http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/ee97ebcbf42cdfdd1820f2e011d71979-4.html#unique-entry-id-4http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/ee97ebcbf42cdfdd1820f2e011d71979-4.html#unique-entry-id-4
The wounded one cries
As flutes sing their lullabies
another eye opens

Myths are being told
about the one who is being born now
village drums shout their joy

the eye opens wide
new ears beginning to hear
give voice to flutes song.
--Nancy Gordon

]]>ngordon5@gmail.comHaiku2009-10-20T13:02:05-07:00http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/9b6930f693658445663f70e19996a8f6-1.html#unique-entry-id-1http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/9b6930f693658445663f70e19996a8f6-1.html#unique-entry-id-1Being away from
you reminds me of my deep
love of leaves falling
--Nancy Gordon]]>ngordon5@gmail.comMusings2009-10-19T12:50:33-07:00http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/eae5f5d93e095120dd9c60cf46c4565b-0.html#unique-entry-id-0http://rhythmpassage.com/blog/files/eae5f5d93e095120dd9c60cf46c4565b-0.html#unique-entry-id-0Breakfast with Beezel

Our Communal heart
pulses apart, together
as we walk our paths




we sing out body
song to the more than humans
hoping humans hear

the starts are dancing
the instrument of the soul
is singing clearly

tuned to her jewels
that have been polished by life
she laughs, cries out loud.
– Nancy Gordon
photo by Werner Brandt



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