Music therapy–
Modern use of ancient ways.
Sing and play to heal!
Surround yourself with Music,
The Universal Language!
—
A Tanka, though without a nature reference, written for
#Threethingschallenge #519.
Music therapy–
Modern use of ancient ways.
Sing and play to heal!
Surround yourself with Music,
The Universal Language!
—
A Tanka, though without a nature reference, written for
#Threethingschallenge #519.
Download “The Sheep under the Snow” Mp3
“The Sheep under the Snow” is a Manx folk song called “Ny Kirree fo Niaghtey.” Please don’t ask me how to pronounce that! It’s a haunting melody I heard for the first time a few days ago. Do yourself a favor and avoid the lyrics, because they are so sad… Needless to say, I’m not posting them here.
I hope you enjoy this folk song on zither!
Nature continues
As lifeforms keep on slipping
In and out of time
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 346 SLIP and Time.
If you go down in the woods today,
Beware of the drifting snow!
You’re going down in the woods today?
Remember your trusty phone!
Beneath the trees where nobody sees,
The covered ice anticipates feet…
Today’s the day the teddy bears have no picnic!
—
Surely you’ve heard “The Teddy Bears’ Picnic,” the song on which I based this no-picnic Quadrille… Apologies to all my teddy bear friends–I have 3, plus a unicorn, a sheep, and a pumpkin!
Written for
dVerse Quadrille #122: Go.
I went out to the hazel wood, because a Fire was in my head.* What to do… What to do…
It was the Fire of Life, of Light, of Love. I had internalized the Fire, because it was as yet unshared. How could I use it to warm others? I must have something needed, even if I’m not conscious of its Presence.
I took a walk in nature to open my mind, expand my heart, and refresh my soul. I know the answer resides deep within me. That Something I have, needed by others, becomes clear.
I returned from the hazel wood, because a Fire was in my Heart! And I went on with my life, changed and aware, to spread the warmth of the Fire within!
—
127 words for
dVerse Prosery,
using the starred line by William Butler Yeats.
Inquisitive bird
Beckons to reality
My soul awakens.
Deep within myself I ask,
“What is my reality?”
—
A Tanka written for
#Threethingschallenge #511.
Blowing through the air,
In the wind and floating birds…
Nature’s living song
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 345 BIRD AND Blow.
Cold and snow bite hard.
Trembling earth anticipates
Baby teeth of Spring!
—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Weekly #Haiku #Challenge #Prompt BITE and TEETH.
As the ghost of the dawn filled the sky,
Forest animals gathered nearby.
All the birds and the bees
Filled awakening trees,
And the lion called, “Business!” with pride.
“It is time! We shall stage a defense,
Because none of these humans make sense!
They have relished their hate
And destroyed what God made…
We must help better futures commence!”
Came a gurgle from whirlpools of fish,
“No, they never do act as we wish.
So now why would they hear
When they haven’t for years?
Said the turtle doves, “Hope is our gift!”
“We cannot send a parchment with words,
But could sing them a message–we’re birds.”
“Or a web thin as gauze?
Could that further our cause?”
Asked the spider, who, spinning, still heard.
“I have thought of a plan; let me know
If you think it might work, and if so,
We will send him out soon,
For there’s no time to lose.
We must act, or the hardship will grow!”
“I am on pins and needles,” said Deer.
“We must do something; that is quite clear.
Tell us now what you think;
After all, you’re our King,
And you rule with compassion, not fear.”
Bear chimed in, “Share the plan in your thoughts!
Tell us! Surely, it’s better than naught!”
“We can send the crow out,
For his voice is so loud.
They won’t like it, but that’s as they ought!”
It was Crow who then strongly agreed.
“Yes, perhaps I am just what they need!
Since God gave me this voice,
I’ll proclaim there’s a choice!”
And the animals cheered and believed.
Indeed, Crow was appointed to tell
Of the moral we know very well:
That our Earth we must love
Just as Heaven above,
For destruction creates only hell!
And another great moral is there:
Of our talents we must be aware!
We must use them for good;
They are gifts, and we should,
Bringing hope unto those in despair.
—
An extended Limerick written for Linda Kruschke’s
Fun with Fables and Paint Chips Prompt
and Sue Vincent’s
Thursday #Writephoto Prompt: Appointed.
My double strung harp,
Arriving to enjoy Spring,
Perhaps will bring strength.
A dream laid by, unfulfilled,
Rekindles desire at last!
—
A Tanka written for
#Threethingschallenge #499
and
MLMM Tale Weaver #313: Finding Something Forgotten.
Announcements:
1. My double strung harp will indeed arrive in Spring, in April if not
sooner! This is my dream harp and the only one I will ever purchase.
Someone out there is laughing right now, because, “You never have just
one harp!” And, “Whatever harp you purchase now won’t fit you
forever.” If those are the rules–and I’m not saying they are–then I
am the exception to both.
2. I’ve enrolled in the Therapy Harp Training Program, a certification
course for playing clinical healthcare music. This has been my dream
since I first took harp lessons about 10 years ago! The cost and
travel requirements of most training programs have been prohibitive
for me until now. This program doesn’t require travel and has
installment payment options, on top of being a well-rounded,
compassion-based program that includes both scientific and spiritual
components.
I’m so pleased and excited!
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