Courage to Live from the Heart
An exploration of creative alchemy in poetry, art and dance.
Greetings and happy equinox from the edge of the wilderness.
Flowing some words and images gathered in the garden of dreams and daring.
A sprinkle of wild flower seeds into your inbox, making a trail to wonder and beauty.
In the meadering with the mystery there is much to share.
There is much energy competing for attention. I am grateful for yours for a few minutes. Thank you for being here.
The intention is to offer a spark from my kindled spirit fire within the stark beginning of fresh spring. With cold winter fading under a break in the cascading light.
A dance with the shadows, moody and bright, unafraid. Carrying a knowing that collectively our fire is a changing reflection in the sky we are all watching.
There exists much potential. And that is a wonderful thing to notice.
In these times we are wise to tend to the eternal bloom of evolution revolving.
Attending is a kind of protection.
Integrating experiences through art alchemy soldifies a kind of strength.
In that we can discover a shared hope creating abundance rejoicing.
Please enjoy these poems and art offering, and have a fine day.
Heart Choices To dance is to love yourself awake. Aware. It is to celebrate life in the here and now. It is to say thank you to this body, this life, this beating heart. I have lived. I am here. Now. Like a bird in a wild wood, dancing to remember the food sources. Creativity. A life blood. An energy. A rhythm. A renewing by way of moving. On a path. Making a home. Anointing the body as temple with rhythmic awareness. Sweet container of home. Where truth resides. Alluring is the sprinkle of light that is music breathing itself free. To dance wherever you are on whatever stage is to say I am turning the page to a brighter day. Setting strength on land calling for depth of soul rooting. To take the unfolding of a moment and shape it with your intention is to engage cooperatively with life itself. Well that is everyday magic. *** This is the invitation. To notice it and embody the lesson. The choice is the choice is the magic. N<>N
Focus
I hold the flame
In my eyes
Honed in, Drishti
I call back
To what is calling me
A howl A caw A roar
My body glides
Perspective slides
Ocean waves reach
Water puzzle beats
The sparkle is the prism is the pattern
My motion weaves
Space finds colors climbing
Reaching destiny dreaming
Percussion traces harmonic riding
Wild remembering
A recollection
Pervading the collective
Frequency chasing
Synchronised presence lacing
A directional force
A return
To oneness
I hold the flame
In my heart
Liberated calm
Within the storm of wind changing
I've learned to shelter
I've learned to track
What feeds and what steals
The scope of this surrender
The tenderness I give
To this choice to dance
I've learned to trust
This choice
This dancing flame
Inside my heart it burns.
N<>N
On Releasing Shadows The slow burn of a flame Heat & Light crawling Radiant waves Licking space I reach to snuff it and feel a pause emerge from within No not this flame let it simmer so it can smolder Let this one stay. no I proclaim in reaction I can't it's too hot, dangerous too much Yes I hear mysteriously oddly also from me Let it build and tear through watch it further ignite Torching matter freeing light. N<>N
It takes to courage to face the shadows
and fan the flames of a life lived with heart.
“She told me once that courage was a French word orignally. It came from coeur - the heart. Coeur-age then meant from the heart. To live with courage was to live from the heart, that involuntary muscle that drives a life, that beats in the darkness despite itself and propels us onward to become ourselves. Her words, not mine.” said by Timber in Richard Wagamese’s Ragged Company, Anchor Canada - Penguin Random House (highly recommend this book!)
Yes, to live from the heart takes courage. To dance yourself to food sources (nourishment both new and old) takes courage.
To follow the heart beyond the darkness is the path the heart knows when given the courage to follow through, with love.
The language of the heart. Is courage. Is love. Is following what makes a heart dance, what makes a heart love, what makes a heart beat.
Dancer (re)Awakens
How does a dancer
Come home
To her body
As a new place
Of discovery
After a time away
Healing from life
And injury.
Experience took her
Far and yet
Close enough
That her return
Is heard
Like a whisper of wind
Before the rush
Of birdsong.
She moves slowly
Following the sound
Through the landscape
Of her awakening
A dreamer
Returning
Wrapped in a soft pile
Of tangled sheets.
On a cloud of both
Longing and
Sweet remembrance
Her awareness floats
In space gently finding
A pulse
Permeating
A new rhythm.
She slowly carves
Her curves and
Her breath
Moving each arc
Defining the direction
Of flow
Eyes gazing
Focused arrows.
A teacher once said
Move like sea kelp
Unwind
Into the embrace
Of the sea floor
Swaying
In wild grace
Strongly rooted.
The air supports
Her movement
As the ocean
Holds its treasures
Fluid and strength
Hiding holding
A deep song
In ever moving waters.
The sensual roll
Of her body in
Undulation
Feeling the way
Through the tension
Melting meeting
Intention.
The tender burn
Of body and soul
The fire of spirit
Uncontained
Dynamic balance
Oscillating timing
Pause and pulsation
Unrestrained.
Music guides her
And offers layers
Of opportunity
To move in inspired ways
The only map is her desire
The only choreography
Is her inner guidance
Letting go.
No goals
No destination
Simply feeling.
Moving.
Expressing
Exploring
Breathing
Being.
How does she want to feel
How does she want to remember
A moving query
Experiencing
Where sound
Suspends in space
Where rhythm joins facia
Skin, bone, and beat.
From her core
The drum and the heart
Syncopation guiding
Emanation
gliding in harmony
A meeting of worlds
A gift of presence
A chance to know
freedom.
The liberation
That comes
From meeting self
Where it is
No pushing
Or rushing
An exhale
Quietly hushing.
A symphony of
Elements
Inner fire crackling
Muscles exacting
An inhale extracting
Fresh insights as
She dances her
New body home.
N<>NTo return, to the dancefloor of life, of creativity, of the interplay of self intimacy.
To return, inward, to learn and then to turn, outwards, to share and encourage.
Well that is courage. To return is courage. The spiral knows, it is the path home.
Remember. There are always pauses in between breaths.
In devotion to courage,
Nichola
Nichola Napora is a Fire Keeper, Medicine Dancer & Scribe of the Wild.
She creates art as marks on a trail blazed along a path of discovery. The spiral always returns to use the keys at the portal of integration. So, she keeps a pocket full of treasures and measures her success by the delight of embodying a life lived exploring.
Following the river as forest friend, rising as waking dream weaver, and listening as guardian of the wild where she is a steward savouring the spaces between.
Breathing with eyes that hold sky while feet find a place on the earth, she plays.
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Lovely lovely lovely!!! I am so grateful to be on this dance path with you XO
Wow, what a breath of fresh air.
I love this so much.
Thanks for the inspiration!!!