Voice

Coyote Calls to the Protectors (war dress)
Coyote Calls to the Protectors (war dress)

This is my voice–imagination, experience, emotion, and action becoming colour and mark and word. Energy into tangible object. Magic.

I am here before you, offering my heart, spirit, mind, and body as one, shaped into the marks on this page, paper, screen. Touch my drawing, touch my writing, and you touch me.

Here is the process of my seeing, the tracing of my thoughts. A conversation begun and passed to you. Here is my voice reaching to hear yours. Will you answer?

This is who I am. The translation of love into creativity.

This is who I am. Artist. Writer. Creator. Magician.

Let me hear your voice. Let the world hear your voice, the unique creative force that you are. A silent voice is no voice at all. A silent voice is a loss to all the world. Speak, draw, act, dance, write, compose, play, sing. Imagine. Create.

Show me who you are. Show the world who you are.

Talk with me.

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The Cheshire Cat talks to me.

Crowgirl, it names me.

Artist, it says.

Ghosts and magic drip from your fingers,

pulled from the pages of your heart.

Crowgirl words, the only language.

Use them if you dare.

Incantations

speaking to that which is not there,

rubbing away all

except the smile.

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Happy Birthday, Lyle!  I Love You. xo