Wednesday, January 10, 2024
Good day to you, dear reader 🌞 The muse has struck again, amidst the chill of a winter morning. It's been a dreary couple days here in Nashville and the sun finally popped out from behind the clouds. My brain is sipping it up like a fine wine. These words flew out.
Hands grow old
Through the harshest winters
And simmering summers
Wear it with honor
Every wrinkle a path
A story of survival
Human minds fix and mend
Even when there is nothing to solve
So ease your mind, darling
Let go of the chase
Seek nourishment
Body and mind, darling
Listen to the trees
They hold the wisdom
Beyond our world
Let yourself stand still
Clear into the static
Live in the sunshine, darling
We all feel lost sometimes
The earth is our home
It’s so special you’re here
Tuesday, November 21, 2023
Hello children of the moon 🌙 I hope you have begun to build a warm and protective nest around your precious hearts in preparation for winter. May we follow the signs of nature and settle down a bit from the churning of everyday life. As we enter into the colder months, I've really been resonating with the color blue. Almost obsessing over it. It is such a calming color but also feels indulgent and dense.
This is so random, but when I was in middle school, I took a very involved test to figure out what profession would be best for me and as my fellow classmates were getting results such as "lawyer" or "nurse", I recieved the profession of "ice cream flavor name creator". Ha! I kid you not! Of course, this was funny but also very confusing. Why did my answers spit out such a specific career? Was the system mocking me? Any way - as a way to fulfill my "prophecy" 😂 of crafting up artful monikers, I'd like to do a naming excercise with the colors shown in the picture above.
#004888 MOODY WATERS BLUE
#002040 MIDNIGHT STARGAZE BLUE
#0078c8 PICNIC SKY BLUE
#0058a0 LISTLESS SPIRIT BLUE
Well, there you have it. Welcome to my brain. Have a wonderful winter ❄️
Sincerely,
Brianne
Saturday, August 26, 2023
Internal swelter
Soaked in golden rays
Dripping in excess
Vessels purge
Barely breathing
Thick and wet
Extract the air
Hea(r)t(s) surge
Underground and inside
Fragile and hidden
Caged and forbidden
Circadian dirge
Stormy release
Momentary relief
Radiation seeps in
Life on the verge
Dreaming of a welcome fire's warmth
Patience and knowing
Soon the earth will chill
Autumn will emerge
Monday, July 31, 2023
Hello moonchild, it’s been a while. Are you enjoying summer? It is as hot as Hades here in Tennessee. Just roasting away. I heard someone say “the world is an oven and we are the meat” the other day and that really put a new spin on things for me… ha! Anywho - the garden is popping off, especially the sunflowers. The largest of them seem to be entering their final stage of life, bowing their heavy heads. It got me thinking about how something (the sun) can be both a catalyst of growth and a punishing crucifier. I’m always so amazed when growing things from seed. At the start, so small and delicate, and in a few month’s time, a sentinel standing ten feet tall. I’m going to try something new and write my original poem (that will get worked and reworked until it becomes our next song) here first! Usually, I write it in my notebook, then jam around and come up with something musical before sharing it - but not this time. I’m going to be bold and harsh, and put it all out there - just like our sun.
Exploded from the earth
I am the invigorated seed
Fed with the energy
Of what will be
Will I die young?
Trampled or eaten
Or will I survive?
Strong and sustained
Fast before your eyes
I shoot up to the skies
Following my obsession
Rooted and curious
My petals fan out
Soft as velvet
I am a reflection
A beautiful burst
Gusts can snap
But I bend and sway
Heavy when wet
Surprisingly, okay
Until one day…
Bowing and broken
The sun beats on
What once gave birth
Now punishing
“To death!
To death!
I give you life
To death!”
Back to earth
A faceful of seeds
What once fueled my power
Is the end of me
Well there it is my beautiful reader. I’m excited to see where this one goes.
Nature is the all-knowing teacher,
Brianne
Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Hello and welcome to my brain. The moon is just about full and it has me working in chaotic spurts. I'm becoming more and more of an early riser and have been trying to start my day by standing directly in the sun's rays (for just a few moments). I also try to keep the lights dim once the sun goes down. It's pretty astounding how far away from the natural rhythm we has humans have gotten. Can you imagaine if we still had to grow and hunt our own food? And only had the people of our village/clan to converse with? Sometimes I yearn for that life...but with all humans being treated as equals this time around.
Source: Mali Maeder
It is a warm 70 degree morning as I write this. I can smell summer in the air. My neighbor's pet pig is snorting up a storm 🐷 I've been gifted a hand-me-down piano and it's becoming a great songwriting tool. My recent meanderings have brought up some lyrics I wrote last June after finally experiencing the 'rona! Although I've made it vague and daunting, as I do.
Here is a lil' peek of what is currently titled "Take me to the woods":
Finally the summer's heat
has gotten deep
inside of me
Heavy breath circling
inside my lungs
dimming me
Blisters and burns
take me to the woods
protect me in the dark
protect me in the darkness
Until we meet again,
Brianne
Tuesday, February 28, 2023
Hello dear reader. The new moon, aka black moon, has left us and we are now in the exciting first quarter. It's amazing what the absence of light can do. Have you ever noticed how your gaze is fiercely pulled towards the light in low-lit surroundings? Every glimmer catches your eye, peaks your interest. It's hard to stop the eye from doing so. The human spirit is a dazzling thing. Striving for light...life. I've learned along the way that each new moon session feels lonely and causes that inward assessment...until I see the return and feel invigorated and inspired again. The moon really is a quite dazzling teacher if you let it be.
Today I saw these photos of a full circle rainbow. Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
Source: @jerryscience
Wow. I've always thought that the real "pot 'o gold" at the end of the rainbow is just seeing the rainbow itself. And this just technically doubled the amount of rainbow possible to see. Apparently, you have to be in the sky to see it this way. Light!
All this talk of moons and rainbows really brings me to the source of all sources, the sun. My muse. My Creator and my Destroyer. I've always been fascinated by the sun because it is something I must be very careful with. My human skin blisters and burns in direct sunlight, therfore I must stay (mostly) in the shadows. A lot of my songwriting is about just this. Oh how I long to take in the sun freely! Alas, I stay shrouded. The thing that gives life can also kill.
My lack of natural protection from the sun's rays sometimes makes me feel as if I'm not made for this world. Another theme I've begun exploring through song. What would it be like to leave Earth? Perhaps there is a world out there who's star is slightly less brutal. In such a vast universe - there has got to be more options, yeah?
I'll leave you with a snippet of lyrics from our soon to be released song "Echoes of the Universe".
Echoes of the Universe
Ringing in our ears
Can you hear it?
Will it remain
a mystery
or will you see?
Deep in the dark
Is who we are
Echoes of the Universe
Shimmering so far away
What do you say?
Are you alive and well?
Or did you die today?
Out of range
How strange
Ear to Earth
Echoes of the Universe
Thank you for listening,
Brianne