What’s the Buzz? Mythic Bones, wandering in the woods.
Somehow our beautiful Maine finds ways to heal our aching hearts. In this time of confusion and distrust, you can always count on the ocean to rise, the trees to bud and the wildflowers to pop up. Dandelions are everywhere. Forsythia’s tiny trumpets herald Spring. We may have a bit of time confusion now, with so many things we have become accustomed to cancelled or postponed. But Spring with Summer fast upon has not been delayed.
While wandering along a trail the other day, with no humans in sight, it struck me that the fallen trees were not trees at all but the bones of history past. So I took some pictures of dragons disguised as branches and the fingers of mythic creatures reaching for the sky and into the earth. There is a timelessness to the forest that heals, that makes these strange days seem small in the larger picture. We live here, where the forest meets the sea and the mountain tops melt down in rivulets to fill the ocean. This is just a draft of some thoughts as I wandered yesterday... and some pictures in case you can’t climb over the roots into the heart of the woods..
Mythic Bones
breathing in the mossy air
birds sing as you walk
till they do not
the only sound is the wind
wuthering
in the high reaches
it reaches you waiting beneath
you close your eyes to feel a brush of breath against your skin
then look to see
that you are standing in a garden of bones
ancients
have been here before you
these worn branches
are fingers that reached for the sky
toes that curled in the softness of the earth
the resting place of giants
is all around
the soft sound of loons cry in the distance
the wind sighs
but there is no sorrow here
where dragons masquerade as fallen trees
and giants once danced in the moonlight
there is a joy in knowing
that someone has seen
to celebrate that once they walked here
and the sweet blessing of a single
drop of sap
falls onto your hand
as a kiss.
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About this blog:
What's the Buzz" covers what's happening, what might be happening, and what should be happening in the opinion of the author.
Eleanor Cade Busby is an unpublished award-winning writer, photographer and blogger & simply loves writing about herself in third person.She published this absolutely all true bio.
Busby grew up all over New England,a preacher's kid who set out to destroy every single stereotype about a "Minister's Daughter."
She attended Goddard College, The Rhode Island Conservatory of Music and The School of Life, majoring in everything she could stuff into her head. She once had her own office and a red stapler. Her employees learned quickly never to touch it.
Much of her very long life has been spent on or back-stage at theaters. She penned a couple of plays, directed many more and acted in scores of productions. She's done it all except hanging lighting. You can't make her climb a ladder.
She won awards locally & nationally for social services and customer care. Most recently she was awarded the PEN/Toni and James C. Goodale Freedom of Expression Courage Award along with 3 million of her closest personal friends for "galvanizing a potent global movement to resist infringements on the rights and dignity of women and many other groups."
Busby has been a theater, art and dance reviewer and commentator for several publications, including CRACKED magazine.
Opinionated, obstinate, much-abused, and under-appreciated, she believes that if it isn't funny or relevant, it isn't worth it.
Eleanor Cade Busby lives in Midcoast Maine with two cats who like to stand on her head at 3 AM demanding a sacrifice, often her sanity.
Suggestions for topics and comments are always welcome at eleanorcadebusby@hotmail.com
