I am inquisitive, questioning, of a highly curious nature Not skeptical, cynical, fearful of living I am faith based, as truthful as can be Authenticity is everything to me I am hopeful, excited, interested Amazed, willing, knowing Allowing my mind to change To develop an increased awareness I am a body worker, writer, mother and friend I play with energy, lights, colors, sounds Images, stories, frequencies, words The bottom line is My mind baffles, my soul smiles, my body remembers, I do not ask why The truth is in the sunrise. Renda Beck Coughlan grew up in Michigan. She is married with two children living on Cape Cod. She has been writing thought-provoking poetry and songs for as long as she can remember. She also loves all artistic expression, including photography. Renda has also worked with and studied natural health, bodywork, massage and the healing arts since 1994.
The poetry in this book is an expression of the energy within and around us- the energy held within the wind, within a home, within the land, within an individual. Through meditation, deeply focusing, one may discover profound meaning: currents of energy- feelings, ideas, truths and thoughts. It is hard for me to describe; writing captures pieces of the experience. The expression, the combination of words, act as a container. My hope is to inspire the reader, encourage the reader to connect with the feeling within the poetry. In this process, the reader is offered a moment for contemplation, clarity, humor, perhaps for defining and clarifying truth. For I believe the most powerful aspect of self is defining one's truth and choosing to live by it.
below:
Chapter pictures and
one of Janelle's paintings
In the land of giggles, Nods & Grace
A Song in the Wind
Changing Winds Changing winds, exiting tides Thinking things through, thoughts collide Power of hope, power of dread Walking in the middle of both Powerless instead We are a good solid mix of Possibilities and limitations A growing, a stirring An effort in the breeze A hint of hope within the mist A rustling in the trees Alive and waiting Patiently waiting ......and Janelles oil painting The Cat’s Cradle
Changing Winds
On the wind of course
On the heals of changing winds
I know little of things
Next to nothing, I suppose
In the faces of the young
They are restless, a stirring
And I guess, knowledge, a knowing
And maybe strength, at least for a time
I knew it all once, a long time ago....
Looking back, my young days,
Memories become grander
Somehow, somehow, my stories are myth, magic & lore
On trade, I hold some wisdom and some grace
Finality brings me clarity
They marry within me somehow
Hard to explain
I don’t miss that needless stirring, I don’t miss it.
to see more of Janelle Beard's work:
http://www.turnkeystudio.net/
