Friday, May 16, 2008

Why...

why did you knock,
but not enter?

why did you whisper in my ear,
knowing it would echo
as a shout in my heart?

why did you find me beautiful,
only to leave me ugly?

why did you come,
only to go?

you came,
my heart to accost....
i once was found, but now am lost.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


Stars

Here in my head, language
Keeps making its tiny noises.

How can I hope to be friends
with the hard white stars

whose flaring and hissing
are not speech
but a pure radiance?

How can I hope to be friends
with the yawning spaces
between them

where nothing, ever, is
spoken?
Tonight, at the edge of the
field,

I stood very still, and looked
up,
and tried to be empty of
words.

What joy was it, that almost
found me?
What amiable peace?

Then it was over, the wind
roused up in the oak trees
behind me

and I fell back, easily.
Earth has a hundred
thousand pure contraltos--

even the distant night bird
as it talks threat, as it talks
love

over the cold, black fields.
Once, deep in the woods,

I found the white skull of a
bear
and it was utterly silent--

and once a river otter, in a
steel trap,
and it too was utterly silent.

What can we do
but keep on breathing in and out,

modest and willing, and in
our places?
Listen, listen, I'm forever
saying,

Listen to the river, to the
hawk, to the hoof
to the mockingbird, to the
jack-in-the-pulpit--

then I come up with a few
words, like a gift.
Even as now.

Even as the darkness has
remained the pure, deep
darkness.
Even as the stars have
twirled a little, while I stood
here,

looking up,
one hot sentence after
another.

~Mary Oliver

Friday, May 09, 2008


You are my ship

that didn't come in,

sailing on the waves

of what might have been...


Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Wordless Wednesday
"Boys Just Wanna Have Fun...."



(for more wordless wednesdays, go here)

Monday, May 05, 2008

The Don Shows His Hand........
THIS is why we can't get anything done about the devastation being caused by the coal industry in our state:






As you can see, our politicians in WV are mostly bought.... and not just our politicians, but our states' DEP. Despite all of this controversy, Spike Maynard is running for re-election. And on the Republican ticket, running unopposed, is Beth Walker, wife of the Vice President of Walker Machinery, the company that makes millions of dollars selling equipment for MTR sites.

And Don Blankenship, the CEO of Massey Energy, who attacked the reporter in the video? He just told the Wall Street Journal that his goal for the upcoming year is to open a new mine every 17 days. Denny posted about it on our End MTR blog here. It's absolutely maddening...

Meanwhile, study after study is showing the ill-effects coal is having on people's health in the coalfields, how it is the major contributor to global warming, and how more and more mountains are being blown to smithereens to extract it. Our state is being raped daily. And when the Coal is gone, there will be nothing left. The hills that have sustained the mountain people here for generations will be no longer and WV residents will be left with nothing.

It's wrong on every level.....

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Nature Art









(Taken on a Spring hike behind my house....)

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Why Am I Fainting?

Hmm.... Four hours of intensive instruction each day, afternoon workshops, evening concerts, and late night jams. This low-key, homebody, mountainmama isn't used to that kind of schedule.

But the vibrant energy of the Dulcimer Week kept me going. I learned enough to keep me occupied for months and months to come..... which was exactly my goal. My wonderful instructor, Jeff Sebens (below), met us exactly where we were.... and taught in just the right way. He challenged us and took us to the next level on our instruments, but didn't give us so much new information that we became glassy-eyed and overwhelmed.


Of course, it didn't hurt that all our classes were held on the gorgeous Davis & Elkins College campus with its historic buildings and lush greenery. Our class was held in the Victorian Halliehurst building:


And this was our classroom... the parlor of Halliehurst, with its ornate fireplace, high ceilings, beautiful paintings, and old woodwork:


Spring was in full bloom and sights like this greeted me on the footpaths between classes and events:


Another added bonus was that my mom was one of the instructors, and we got to room together. We've never had a whole week together like that.

Good medicine, folks..... good medicine......