Migrations… across veils of time… standing on the ground of ancestors of place…

Path Art
Art along the Neighborhood Path

Recently had the honor of being a guest music teacher for elementary children in the neighborhood of my own childhood.

We talked about the ground – how all who have ever lived in this place have left us the ground upon which we can stand and dance, rest and live.  And then we learned an intertribal round dance song and danced upon the ground practicing our Indian sign language for thank you.

Told a story of Skalla, Pauline Hillaire, one of my favorites – (who was just honored with a national award for her work in caring for and teaching  Lummi culture) – of the time when she was 7 and got lost in the forest – and wolf found her – and led her home.  And then we sang the Cedar Tree song her father sang in schools all through the PNW in the 1950’s over 20 years before it was legal to sing the old songs in public.  He simply made them up in the ancient tradition…  One of the children shared how they might be a grandparent teaching it to a child some day…

Went for a walk in the neighborhood during my lunch break and ran across this poetry in a poetry box… and art imbued in the ground…

Digging by Seamus Heaney 1939 - 2013
Digging by Seamus Heaney 1939 – 2013

Was lucky enough to meet the great Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, back in Indiana and hear him read the poem…  He had recently finished his retranslation of Beowulf from the perspective of Grendel – redeeming what in the original telling was the misunderstanding of what was portrayed as monster…  striving to free our minds… from

Art along the Neighborhood Path
Art along the Neighborhood Path

the fears which too often have misrepresented the other to ourselves….

Pondering the ways our words and imaginations are migrating… what directions are we feeding the migrations…

Old horse ties along the curbs of Mt. Tabor have a new bread of use...
Old horse ties along the curbs of Mt. Tabor have a new breed of use…

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  1. I love the idea of a community poetry box and sidewalk art..And the poem by Heaney is a gem. So glad I stopped here. I’ve been enjoying your blog.

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