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Hi! I'm Missy Wilreker, and welcome to this new place for me to write and express. Thank you so much for reading and for your interest in what I write. This is a new endeavor for me, so let's see how it goes!

I was at Women Drummer's International - Born To Drum Camp 2011 and wandered into the "Writing as Ritual" class led by Odilia in the Spirit Lodge. Little did I know that the quick poems I wrote that afternoon, I would end up reading on stage at the open mic to such an ENTHUSIASTIC reception!

So many people encouraged me to continue writing and it FELT SO DARNED GOOD I am inspired to continue this adventure.

Feel free to comment on the poems, or give "prompt" suggestions to write upon as I am always awake and listening for what might inspire a flow of words and feelings.


Wednesday, July 6, 2011

A Different View

Challenge: write something that includes a word chosen by each person in the group. Use most if not all.
Words: hawk, precision, joyful, flamboyant, voluptuous, crazy, sarcastic, healing, sublime.

With hawk-eye precision,
I view from above
within and without myself.
When removed and looking down
at this crazy, sublime thing called life,
What do I know?
What do I really, really know?

I know that somewhere inside,
all the answers can be found.
My heart already knows
that which I am seeking to crack open
and discover.

When spirit flies through me,
she expresses herself in the joyful dance of
voluptuous laughter.
"Lighten up", she says.

And in her sarcastic tone, I know there;
there is the place of healing.

From a tiny speck, the dance of self begins.
A teeny tiny bit, flickering in the depths,
screaming to come out,
to be on the outside.

"Lighten up", she says.
Let sassy, sexy, playful, girl, woman, priestess spirit
come without.
Let her do her dance, speak her truth.

And, as that speck grows bigger and bigger......

Movement emerges from the stillness.
Dancing through the veils, peeking,
slipping through each layer
as the dance becomes wild.
Wild with passion,
flamboyant in expression.

In that moment of complete abandon,
fullness has arrived
with congruence between inside and out.

And.... stillness.
Knowing.
I am me and now, you know it.


(Born to Drum Camp, July 2011)

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