Been a while... It has been a while since I have added anything to this blog, but I am so happy to report the following: I have held two Gatherings for the Teachings on the Spiritual Energies of Ceremony and both were absolutely wonderful. I don't say this from an egotisticl point of view, but from a sense of gratitude and feelings that I am being used by Spirit to help people understand their lives and ancestral connections more deeply. I have decided to have another Gathering on Saturday, August 18. Please check out info at my site, or email me if you have questions. I can let you know if this is the right step for you in your spiritual growth. Meanwhile, I am working on a new book of poetry.... haven't decided yet on the title but have some in mind: Poetry as Ceremony Three Dreams Deep or All of Life is Art: All of Life is Poetry I encourage all of you to be more creative, stay strong in your beliefs, and don't be afraid to try something new.....

REMINDER Next week (WED) begins the week of Summer Solstice during which you can do your Summer Ceremony from my book of Ceremonies and Spiritual Energies Thereof. (Nature Ceremonies are to be done during time designated and do not interfere with any other ceremony you might be doing this month). This one is a fun ceremony and each and every one of us deserve some fun! Let me know if you have any questions about this. Stay strong and blessings galore!!

In These Mountains As dreams begin to dance themselves awake After a day of full flushing rains in these mountains The bronze hands of women reach from beneath the earth Their bones glowing like neon fishes in cave waters. Droplets pelt the under fur of delicate wild flowers Steam rises to kiss moistened lips of falling leaves While I wander around inside the past Hearing the bronze women calling my name. Memories unfold from around these glorious ancestral mountains Positioning themselves into low hanging fog Touching the soft breasts of those who pay attention As the rains fall down into running waters Stopping only when instructed so by the Thunder Being. Sweet tobacco smells rise from the white water falling And I taste the aroma as it floats into my being. This is when the memories come close enough to smell But not close enough to touch Just close enough to taste But never close enough to touch. And sometimes late in the afternoon After it rains all day in these mountains If I know in just which direction to tilt my head And if I listen intently through the raindrops I can hear gentle, sleepy, rhythmic sounds Of small rounded pebbles clicking inside tortoise shell rattles Strapped to the ankles of the bronze women As they dance the Green Corn Dance reminding me I am never alone in these mountains. MariJo Moore ©

It's Been A While

But here I am! Blogging away for all of you!

I am happy to announce the following:

Gathering on March 24th was phenomenal. You can see the comments from participants on my website.
Another Gathering is planned for June 9, 2012. Register soon if you plan on attending!

A new edition of Tree Quotes is now available (on the books page of my website)

I am working on a new book of poetry - right now I am calling it Forgotten Wings, but who knows how long this will last.

I have my indie publishing Silver Rings Press up and running again! Check out Byron Ballard's website to see the latest publication: Staubs and Ditchwater:A Friendly and Useful Introduction to Hillfolks' Hoodoo. You can find the blog here: http://staubsandditchwater.blogspot.com/
and the Facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/staubsandditchwater

Please email me if you want info on this press.

I have planted flowers so those who come to my little house will see them as they walk down the short bricked slanting walkway!

Another note: Now is a great time to do your Spring Ceremony (from my new book) with all the thunderstorms and rain.

Stay strong!

Big Bang Results

Thoughts: If our origins really began with a big bang - no wonder we are all crazy....

maybe this life is all just a bad resounding boom...

Maybe I just need another cup of coffee...

Old Poem revisited

Underneath The Hawk’s Scream

I stood underneath the hawk's scream
long enough to know I didn't understand
long enough to know I needed to go deeper

long enough to know that the crows crowding her,
distressing her, tearing at her with their indifference
were there for a reason as were the blue jays quietly listening.

How badly did she want her nest in that tree?
What would she endure to make sure her cries were respected?
Her creations were born?

I stood underneath the hawk's scream long enough to realize
she was not screaming from frustration
she was screaming to be heard

long enough to know she was teaching me how to persevere.
"Carry on!” she shrieked at me.
"You have a right. It came with birth."

MariJo Moore © from Confessions of a Madwoman

poem

A white owl

I have become

Mediumistic

Eyes circled in red
Hair snowy with splotches of
Dark earth

Flying through dusks
remembering their dawns
knowing this is not all there is


no Whoosh
no Swoosh
gliding, guided by innate remarks

lighting on the edge of a golden brown field
atop a hemlock tree
only to swoop

into the earth’s boundless dreaming







MariJo Moore
©