soft feathers falling
i gather and attach
to my naked self
so plucked
and dying
i am a feather gatherer
one by one
i stitch
the soft downy feathers
of love
i gather and attach
to my naked self
so plucked
and dying
i am a feather gatherer
one by one
i stitch
the soft downy feathers
of love
and the strong broad feathers of journeying
and clothe myself
in a garment of
eccentricity
of
love
wisdom
and peace
a garment for
a dangerous old woman..
My words and drawing inspired by
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
'Dangerous Old Woman'
you are singing to the choir
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"a garment for a dangerous old woman".....
ReplyDelete-and a strong woman.
Grethe
Your gentle strength permeates your every word, and it's very inspiring. Every woman should enter a place where she is clothed in a garment of feathers. This is beautiful. Thank You, Joan.
ReplyDeletei am a feather gatherer too, but i use stitch. lovely drawing.
ReplyDeleteI love the artwork, Joan. I love the idea of a feathered cloak of love...
ReplyDeleteHow very peaceful this cloak of feathers you have sewn with your words, Joan. I know I will recall it each time I find a feather, which are easier to find these days as more and more birds return in anticipation of the new season soon to be upon us up here.
ReplyDeleteLove the thought of a garment of eccentricity and, though I haven't read CPE, I aspire to being a dangerous old woman myself!
ReplyDeleteWow - the bird goddess is preparing to fly - again. How dangerous, and how inspiring! I love the way you have put those feathers together.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I like the idea of the different feathers providing for our different needs. Well said!
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