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| Long-eared Owl |
Last year, I made a goal to write a poem every month, inspired by that month. Most of them, like me, weave notes of:
- Nature,
- Breath,
- Body, and
- Soul.
This year, I'd like to share those poems with you. I'll pair them with photos I've taken during that particular month!
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Great Blue Heron
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So here's January -
A poem by me (Little Bird Nerd / Andrea Rose / @inbodiednature)
January feels like a preview to spring,
The moment of conception before the birth,
Where every thought,
Every breath,
And every bird is new.
Infant in time,
Yet pregnant with possibility,
January is fresh, intentional, slow, and gentle.
It's the pause before an inhale,
A yawning awakening,
A chance to "start close in."
January looks both ways like the god it was named after,
Two-headed Janus,
Gazing both behind and before.
We feel the echoes of last year's cycles
As we emerge, stepping into white space,
Good space,
Sukha.
January speaks the language of owls,
And peers through a different lens.
It's time to plot out our course
And swivel our gaze,
Awakening to the messages
Which drift upon dreams.
The blues which normally inhabit the sky
Now wash their way down to earth,
Setting the filter to cool.
Like when we open our eyes
After they've been closed for a while,
And everything looks ultramarine.
Outside we breathe smoke signals,
Dancing proof of our own aliveness.
We practice "Hygge" as the Norwegians say,
Opening our arms to change,
Embracing our power,
We spark warmth underneath our chilling bones.
This winter fire fuels intention,
A braid of head, heart, and hands.
There's power in the collective now,
A quiet trust in the resetting of things.
With ritual, presence, and contentment,
Movement forth becomes our medicine.
We cross the bridge from reflection to projection,
Turn, turn, turning the wheel once again.
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| Tracks |
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| American Robin |
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| Winter Wren |
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| Wintery Marsh Vibes |
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| Red Squirrel |
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| An Icy Winter Sunset |
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| Winter's Quiet Power |
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