Sunday, June 23, 2019

Joy Harjo, First Native American Poet Laureate

Congratulations to Ms. Harjo!  It's about time we had a Native American Poet Laureate.  Her poetry is transcendent.  Enjoy.

By Joy Harjo

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

  • Joy Harjo, “Eagle Poem” from In Mad Love and War. Copyright © 1990 by Joy Harjo. Reprinted with the permission of Wesleyan University Press,

Saturday, June 8, 2019

My World

My 44 Magnum earrings.  I was inspired to make these after I saw a member of the Danish Symphony wearing a pair.  Armed and loaded. :-)

Tomatoes!  I’ve already eaten three. 

Heaven on a stem.

My Peach Roses by my St. Francis statue.

Lemongrass after a rain.

Garfield napping by my Ficus Fig trees. 

My neighbor’s brilliant Mimosa tree.