Healing waters, Help us heal the world

“Barrier Island”

by Toni Truesdale

The surety of the tides

Swelling of the sea,

Rhythms on the sands

Mesmerizing me...

The cosmos of the moment

Repeating endlessly

The cycles of the Moon

The Earth breathes in eternity...

T.Truesdale copyright 2010

The Moon and Us, Women, All of us

Moondance

Dark red cycles,

Salty tides,

Inhale and exhale

The song of the moon;

Mysteriously connecting in watery blood

Each woman to each;

And back to our Mother, the Earth

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Copyright T.Truesdale 2017

Her Journey: Our Story

“Mothers of the Continents”

Mothers of the Continents

Crossing timeless lands and now deep waters

Weren’t we all once one?

Ancestors evolve into descendants

Mixing culturally;

Contradicting with irony

Centuries of violence;

Against, in essence, our hindsight selves.

If we could have perceived through generations

Past into what will be, now history;

It would transform all the pointless historic superiority

To embrace all children yet to be

That are our common family.

-Copyright Toni Truesdale 2017

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Art in Progress: Nana, Creatrix; Nana, the Powerful

Art in Progress: Nana, Creatrix; Nana, the Powerful: Circle around the World, Nana, Birdlike; Fly to bring justice and knowledge. So we can have peace, To heal our grief, Nana, ...

Nana, Creatrix; Nana, the Powerful

Circle around the World,

Nana,

Birdlike;

Fly to bring justice and knowledge.

So we can have peace,

To heal our grief,

Nana,

You need no weapon

to make the world move.

Circle the children,

and make them whole,

Gently,

Nana.

They are so afraid.

Circle the Peacemakers

and those who will help to resolve,

Help us, Nana

Make us whole so we speak the truth.

Circle all those that connect to

The universal path of red, yellow, white and black

That speaks to the four directions

of divine good.

Your presence is powerful;

Illuminate and destroy evil.

Fly, Nana

Fly with us.

Let your presence inspire.

Let those like-minded bring gifts to each other...

Circle the world Nana,

We need no guns to speak out.

We are honored.

 - Toni Truesdale

Basket-House-Village-Universe

Basket-House-Village-Universe

by Toni Truesdale

Baskets of women

Reflect nourishment

Physical as well as spiritual

Object to concept

Keeping sacred the spirit of everyday life;

Within the home

Utilitarian to universal

Dwelling to village

Community to cosmos

Each human passage

of the last 140 thousand years...

Birth to death

The finite to consummation

End to beginning...

copyright 2010

ToniTruesdale.com

Migrations: Patterns of Movement, Displacement, Clearances and Immigration

Migrations: Patterns                                                of Movement

Displacement,
Clearances and Immigration

Mothers of the Continents

Crossing timeless lands and now deep waters

Weren’t we all once one?

Ancestors evolve into descendants

Mixing culturally;

Contradicting with irony

Centuries of violence;

Against, in essence, our hindsight selves.

If we could have perceived through generations

Past into what will be, now history;

It would transform all the pointless superiority

To embrace all children yet to be

As our common family.

-Toni Truesdale