Everyday I learn new things

I am a lifelong learner.   That I know.

I love to learn new things, new skills – carpentry, cooking, crafts, meditation (to some extent), camping, canoeing, wild edibles, medicinal herbs, anything to keep my mind active and stop it from descending into the murky depths of depression.  Now I’ve discovered that I love poetry.

It’s interesting how early experiences, the teachers I’ve had, affected how I approached my life.  In high school, my english teachers were also the gym teachers.  Actually, really it was the other way ’round – the gym teachers were stuck teaching english.  It was a smallish school so the teachers could not specialize.  I’m not sure why the powers that be decided that sports was more important than english, but it was…. nevermind, I know.  Sports always carries more weight than academics… sad.

Anyway, suffice it to say that my english teachers were terrible.  They hated Shakespeare and they hated poetry.  Consequently, I also developed a distaste for Shakespeare (until University when one history prof introduced me to The Tempest) and poetry.

Until now.

I recently discovered a poet – Candice Louisa Daquin – I absolutely love her writing.  And through a Facebook page called Wild Women Sisterhood I’ve been introduced to poetry that has stirred my soul.  I do not have the words, the writing skills, to adequately explain the effect reading these poems have had on me.  My mind, feelings inside my body, go to different places when I read poetry.  My anxiety lessens.

Like mediating among the trees – I feel myself transforming.



 not the pretty dance

not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance

but the claw our way back into the belly of the sacred, sensual animal dance

the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance

the holding the precious moment in the palms of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced

not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance

but the wring the sadness from our skin dance

the blow the chip off our shoulder dance

the slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced

not the monkey see, monkey do dance

one, two dance like you one two three, dance like me dance

but the grave robber, tomb stalker tearing scabs & scars open dance

the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

WE have come to be danced

not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle

but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance

the strip us from our casings, return our wings sharpen our claws & tongues dance the shed dead cells and slip into the luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced

not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance

but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance

the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance the mother may I?

yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance

the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance

the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced

where the kingdom’s collide in the cathedral of flesh to burn back into the light to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray to root in skin sanctuary

We have come to be danced



by Jewel Mathieson


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