Laughter echoing in the country
You pluck the Autumn
Category: Journal Entry
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Fraught in the wild
I hang on a moonbeam.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Love is ripening tender-taken breasts.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
I am a wanderer and a poet.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
I cannot silence my victor
To cry unlettered words
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Falling deep
Wearing down
Desperate for energy
I am beaten
A broken harpstring
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Forever look deeper
Find Your core
There is only one keeper
Yet always more
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Universal nature
Mountains, winds and woods
Her throne
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
“The night grows out of me.”
A Journal Entry from 1985 – when I was just 18 years old. “In Definition” by Heather Mirassou
The temptations of life. Not knowing a yes or a no. Experiencing new feelings and ideas which circulate in our minds. Unsure of what to do. Questions which have gone unanswered. The consequence of doing wrong. The pride and joy of doing right. Why do we have to choose? Friends, lovers, and enemies learning to live and cope with each. Tears and laughter. Opposites that can be joined. Rebelling, an action only those who rebel know what the definition is. Why do we live in a world of definitions? There are so many decisions to make the effect of indecision. To live we must give humbly, ask kindly, respect all and most of all fill the world with love.
Today February 2, 2016
Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear her laughter. I could see like I could hear. Everything so crisp and clear. The clouds like a family of Pillsbury dough-boy’s, the cascading, hungry hawk searching for prey. The smile in my husband’s eyes.
I will recall what it felt like to be alive. To feel connected to something bigger than me. Something so unique and amazing that I don’t forget to smell the roses. To be brave and kind and rewind. Engrave the world in my mind. To feel connected mind, body and spirit is essential to my survival.
It’s time to get out of this shell, reach out and connect with the world again.
With a Smile,
Heather
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
And my tears became water brooks…
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
“I stray from my beloved pens and paper hoping
it is only a momentary lapse. I wait in solitary,
until I can once again chronicle human
nature with color, tone and transparency”.