For Siblings Day

A gold coin slipped to each of us                                                         ©Stella Body, 2021 Those for whom light is blood …                                            -quote from Tim Bowling               Today, as I step into the morning kitchen, my arms leave me to lift and stretch outward – my own body surprising, involuntary, sibling-stemmed as a young plant.  Single andContinue reading “For Siblings Day”

Birds Fly Up

Birds fly up (Sketch for a new paradigm)                                                        ©Stella Body 2021 A New Year and a nearly new pair of hiking boots– hand-me-downs from my son, who is growing up–startles me when I look below. Birds fly up from where my feet have been –some skilled scorer of soles has set sky-creatures in the ground —Continue reading “Birds Fly Up”

Alone under the Moon

Alone under the Moon                                                                          ©Stella Body 2020 Lover of loneliness and wandering,  of upcast eye and tender pondering… – Keats A day twice-wintered, by season and by long lock-down… All my antidotes – the brief fureants I dance from kitchen to front hall  to set my blood coursing, the huge desk, fashioned to the shapeContinue reading “Alone under the Moon”

Wind over Water

Wind Over Water                                                                                             ©S.Body 2020 When I arrive, the northern lake is still.  A plate of glass.  A playing card, twin mountains reversed into each other, illuminated from above and below.  In the distance, a shimmer of evening traffic, too faint to remind me of what I’ve left behind.  A pandemic, a lost job, a placeContinue reading “Wind over Water”

Element of Wild

Element of Wild                                                                                                        ©Stella Body The flash taught me to be calm, not to lose light in the sky, to search inside of myself for the galleries of earth…                                                            -Pablo Neruda In the summer night, I find you, perched in a branch above me.  Your markings, the subdued gray and white of one who once decorated aContinue reading “Element of Wild”

All the Beauty of the World is Yours

All the beauty of the world is yours                                                               ©Stella Body 2020 (A theme for the women who will survive Covid-19) Tonight, I chance to look out at the tree, taller now than my house, that has looked in my bedroom window for thirty years, that has seen births, tears, sadnesses and songs: Bride tree,Continue reading “All the Beauty of the World is Yours”

The Gift of Surrender

The Gift of Surrender ©Stella Body 2020 A man runs back and forth just off the shore, trying to get airborne with a small sail.  For hours he submits to being dragged, dunked, wrenched off his feet by the waves.  Still he won’t let go. The apparatus to which he clings looks like a GreekContinue reading “The Gift of Surrender”

The Gift of Solitude

A Light Touch                                                                                                    ©Stella Body 2020 Among silvery-nude sumac branches and the sun-bronzed, stemless torsos of coltsfoot, I walk steeply, beautifully alone.   So much, that when something startles out of the poplars, my mind receives it lightly, as though it were blown by the wind.  My limbs absorb its dance into their own moving, raisingContinue reading “The Gift of Solitude”

A Mindful Way to remember Mother’s Day

Today it is Mother’s Day, 2020.  There are red-winged blackbirds singing, and apple blossoms to to see with my family, but I have something else on my mind. I’m wondering how long my family will continue.  I want to alert Canada’s mothers to a situation which is threatening to destroy the future of every oneContinue reading “A Mindful Way to remember Mother’s Day”

A Mother, the Sea

A Mother, the Sea                                                                                               ©Stella Body 2020 Nine months.  That’s how long it has taken for my house, brimming with family for over twenty years, to change to an empty nest.  In just that time, our terrier has died, my daughter has moved to the opposite  side of the country, and, just yesterday, my sonContinue reading “A Mother, the Sea”

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