Wild Hearts

Small stones balanced

along the canyon’s rush of river

only a brief poem

Heart Stones gathered and balanced by Jim and me along the Yampa River in May of 2009. The art of stone balancing is a delicate practice that can be undone by a breath of wind, a lighting bird, the next flood. Wild hearts released to the wind and gravity.

 (This Stone Poem stood about 3 feet high the day we piled into the rafts to head on down stream)

In honor of Teri Hoover’s new blog Our Wild Hearts. Travel over to see what she and her sister are doing…

-wrensong

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About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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3 Responses to Wild Hearts

  1. wrensong says:

    I am so moved, Teri, by this synchronicity of hearts and stones. I found your “stone poem” for your nephew and left a comment there. It is an exquisite tower of stones for a boy who must have had such a courageous spirit. Thank you for sharing this gift to him.

  2. Teri says:

    Humble thanks for your love. Your stone poem and words open a small place where my heart remembers. This blessing you share goes deep. You may have noticed my Photography blog is dedicated.to my nephew. Who passed from this life in a struggle like none I have ever
    experienced.
    Here is a photo of a “stone poem” my brother has on his land built by and dedicated to my nephew.
    https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aaDARzILyKsH99d79uW5pA?feat=directlink

    You can see why the gift of you words is an uncanny occurrence of grace. From one wild
    heart to another. With tears in my eyes and blessing in my heart -xo teri

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