Primary Knowing
There is a reality that your body/heart/soul understands–I call this primary or radical knowing. Then there is the story made … Continue reading Primary Knowing
Author: barb j beyers
Retired RN/Women's Advocate.
Poet, artist, nature lover, seeker
NW EU, Spain, Native Am, Scotland
Piano Woman
This body of mineIs a receiver of energyVibrations/waves of feelingPassing through. There is a finite rangeMy body is able to … Continue reading Piano Woman
Dried Flowers 2
First attempt at making something with microwaved dried flowers. 10×10 canvas. Continue reading Dried Flowers 2
Dried Flowers-Microwave
So easy. Chose your flowers, place them between a piece of printer paper and paper towel, weigh down with something … Continue reading Dried Flowers-Microwave
Strength from Poetry
I remember being a worried little girl– and really, really sad. I was frequently overwhelmed with sorrow and fear.(It took … Continue reading Strength from Poetry
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
The stories you tell yourself are just stories Your fucked up life doesn’t really exist except in your head I … Continue reading Poor Poor Pitiful Me
God of Fear
Perhaps the fear of GodSingle handedlyDulled my zest for life The fear of being badThe fear of being wrongStraitjacketed me … Continue reading God of Fear
Divine Consciousness
Once Divine Love enters your cellsAnd permeates your being There isn’t roomFor anything else The desire to lose weightOr to … Continue reading Divine Consciousness
Another Birthday, Happy 66
Nothing special planned for today, just going to ride the tide. Too many plans for too many years have left … Continue reading Another Birthday, Happy 66
RAICES
I did it–I changed the ETSY store description for the baby Barblings–to reflect the donation to RAICES. This was after … Continue reading RAICES
Mother Daughter Barblings
These two sticks and stones were my first. Primitive, folk art. The one on the right is wearing a dress … Continue reading Mother Daughter Barblings
Pure Potentia
I lost me when I fell through the spaces between words When I fell into the cauldron of pure potentia—where … Continue reading Pure Potentia
Heeding the Call
Heeding the call—I looked for GodI traversed mountains and deserts,Bowed to unholy prophets, slew demons,Nursed the sick and died a … Continue reading Heeding the Call
No Where to Run
I’ve given meaning to all I feelAnd to all I see–believing it’s real The jealousy and greed that I see … Continue reading No Where to Run
Alyssa
In this blessed coolness of morning When the world is beginning to wake Before thought has arisen Just being…for … Continue reading Alyssa
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