tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338855877633574365.post-36479182269698379672009-03-01T19:06:00.000-08:002009-03-01T19:15:34.137-08:002009-03-01T19:15:34.137-08:00Part of the recovery/discovery I'm working through in my Artist's Way experience is to own my writings. I feel like in a way I'm hiding my words as texture. I've thought for a while about transcribing my (occasionally illegible) streams of consciousness. Perhaps I'll change my mind later, and want to preserve the writings as part of the paintings. But for now, I want to broadcast my words. This is the prayerpoem from the FestivALL poster, my O design.<br /><br /><hr /><br />i call you out<br />from these hills and rivers,<br />from under moss and leaf and rock,<br />hidden.<br />from under buried bones<br />and the foundations of churches<br />built in quiet hollows.<br /><br />i call you out from shaded valleys<br />to sing and dance,<br />to paint, to weave your story.<br />i call you to witness<br />this &amp; raise<br />a loud thunder in these quiet mountains.<br /><br />i call you to shake the earth.<br /><br />i call you to wake and rage<br />and rush forward like white water<br />to reclaim this,<br />our old green home.<br /><br />from these our hills and rivers, i call you to rise.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338855877633574365-3647918226969837967?l=www.twoserpents.com'/></div>heidi daisybonesheidirevans@gmail.com0