Finding Fono
Finding Fono represents the flotsam and jetsam of words and images that float by my life. The entries are random and occasional. They may have interest or meaning - you decide. Surf in, read on, float by ...
Monday 4 April 2022
Springs Arrival
Monday 21 March 2022
Equinox Blessings
What to Remember When Waking
coming back to this life from the other
more secret, moveable and frighteningly honest world
where everything began,
there is a small opening into the new day
which closes the moment you begin your plans.
What you can plan is too small for you to live.
What you can live wholeheartedly will make plans enough
for the vitality hidden in your sleep.
To be human is to become visible
while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.
To remember the other world in this world
is to live in your true inheritance.
You are not a troubled guest on this earth,
you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.
Now, looking through the slanting light of the morning window
toward the mountain presence of everything that can be
what urgency calls you to your one love?
What shape waits in the seed of you
to grow and spread its branches
against a future sky?
Is it waiting in the fertile sea?
In the trees beyond the house?
In the life you can imagine for yourself?
In the open and lovely white page on the writing desk?
-- David Whyte --
Wednesday 15 December 2021
Ithaka
Saturday 10 July 2021
When someone deeply listens to you
you've had since childhood
and watching it fill up with
cold, fresh water.
When it balances on top of the brim,
you are understood.
When it overflows and touches your skin,
you are loved.
When someone deeply listens to you
the room where you stay
starts a new life
and the place where you wrote
your first poem
begins to glow in your mind's eye.
It is as if gold has been discovered!
When someone deeply listens to you
your bare feet are on the earth
and a beloved land that seemed distant
is now at home within you.
By John Fox
Friday 20 November 2020
Trust The Process of Change
Trust the process of change.
Sometimes a familiar thing needs to die
before an unfamiliar new sprout can grow.
Whether it is a big transition
or a wee, little one
fear is a normal emotion
on the path of transformation.
A wise friend once told me
that fear of the unknown
is excitement, holding its breath.
I remember this
when I am about to birth
new little things
or little big things.
And I remember that every mountain
has a path
and that the path itself
is as valuable
if not more so
than the mountaintop
because without it
you could not get to the very top to see the view.
The path seasons us
sometimes more
than the mind expansive eye opening
perspective
at the top.
When in doubt, remember
trust the process.
trust the journey.
trust the invisible and not so invisible
helpers
that assist us
across the rivers of change.
if that does not work
and all else fails
and you are scared
and feeling tiny
and know that you are about to birth
some kind of wonderful
just imagine that you are held
in the arms
of the great mother
the grandmother
the gentle forest mother bear spirit
of nourishing trust.
Words by The Wild Matryoshka
Monday 26 October 2020
Sleeping In The Forest
Sleeping In The Forest.
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver -
Sunday 21 June 2020
Nikki Giovanni - Badass
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
the sphinx
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
I sat on the throne
drinking nectar with allah
I got hot and sent an ice age to europe
to cool my thirst
My oldest daughter is nefertiti
the tears from my birth pains
created the nile
I am a beautiful woman
I gazed on the forest and burned
out the sahara desert
with a packet of goat's meat
and a change of clothes
I crossed it in two hours
I am a gazelle so swift
so swift you can't catch me
For a birthday present when he was three
I gave my son hannibal an elephant
He gave me rome for mother's day
My strength flows ever on
My son noah built new/ark and
I stood proudly at the helm
as we sailed on a soft summer day
I turned myself into myself and was
jesus
men intone my loving name
All praises All praises
I am the one who would save
I sowed diamonds in my back yard
My bowels deliver uranium
the filings from my fingernails are
semi-precious jewels
On a trip north
I caught a cold and blew
My nose giving oil to the arab world
I am so hip even my errors are correct
I sailed west to reach east and had to round off
the earth as I went
The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid
across three continents
I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal
I cannot be comprehended
except by my permission
I mean . . . I . . . can fly
like a bird in the sky . . .
- Nikki Giovanni -
Monday 27 April 2020
A Thousand Years of Healing
Except it grows in the cells of my skin,
In my envelope of mysteries it hums.
In this sheath so akin to the surface of the earth
it whispers. Beneath
the wail and dissonance in the world,
hope’s song grows.
Until I know
that with this turning
we put a broken age to rest.
We who are alive at such a cusp
Now usher in
One thousand years of healing!
Grasses and mountains and each tree,
All swimming creatures,
Even we, wary two leggeds
Hum, and call and create
The changing song. We remake
all our relations. We convert
our minds to the earth. In this turning time
we finally learn to chime and blend,
attune our voices; sing the vision
of the Great Magic we move within.
We begin
the new habit, getting up glad
for a thousand years of healing.
Tuesday 11 February 2020
Joy
as if she is untouchable
far away over the hill.
I know she's there,
we want to meet again.
Her smile gives me hope.
Allows me to take faint steps forward,
Another day passes,
and she seems lost to me.
I hear her heartfelt voice calling me on
over and over again.
She claims me back into the parts of me
that need quenching,
like a slow warm Sunday walk
along the banks of the Dart
No destination
Always home
where I am meant to be
Spring returns once more
and winter ebbs away
Saturday 1 February 2020
Kissing the Earth
Friday 31 January 2020
Lost Words Blessing for Imbolc
Enter the wild with care, my love
And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river
May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter
May you enter now as otter without falter into water
Look to the sky with care, my love
And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you journey on past dying stars exploding
Like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light
And in the dead of night my darling, find the gleaming eye of starling
Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter
Walk through the world with care, my love
And sing the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding
Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing
Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seeker
Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker
And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus
And when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home
Thursday 28 November 2019
Fierce Aloneness
darkness pervades like a dampened heavy cloak
My shoulders fall forward
the void of all voids
beckons me into her deep embrace
This cannot be my fate
Not now
Not today
I fear falling and falling forever
Gripped by this place
I shout for HELP reaching my hands into the nothing
hands meet mine
the most tender loving hands
that guide me, I know not how
I begin to place delicate tremulous steps before me
the fear ebbing away
my body unfurls like a flower in the spring sun.