the In 2011, I hosted a WordMagic Garden Party at Olandar, the magical home of Leigh and Carla McCloskey in Zuma Beach, California. Because I have much of my WordMagic poetry stored in my memory I often enjoy improvising the selection and sequence of verse that I share.
At some point in the program I mused out loud, 'What shall I share next?' Just then, a flock of birds flew out of a tree and I absolutely knew that they wanted me to share my poetic vision about what will happen once we creatively, collectively upgrade the English language to a higher frequency so that it is as nourishing to the planet as bird song and cricket choirs.
The Poem Begins ....
I think of how exquisite it will be
when we endeavor together
to create an enchanting living language
of Super-Natural Poetry
that scintillates so sensually
that everything around us begins
to vibrate sympathetically.
Our words will ring so true
that our honest expressions initiate
lyrical sensations that every create can appreciate
since we are all interconnected
genetically and electromagnetically.
So just as birds' songs, cricket choirs
and other natural voices evoke
a wholesome rhythm
and nourishing harmonic for the planet--
Our gentle, elemental language
overtime it is spoke
will resonate symphonically with Earth
and all upon it.
Discovering the Reality in the Fantasy
When I wrote that three-page vision-in-verse, I wondered if I wasn't perhaps 'gilding the lily' in the extraordinary images I was creating of the 'open sesame' sort of magic that could be created by such an organic language. Years later, however, my neighbors, Anne and Whitley Strieber, gave me a book by the mythologist William Henry called The Language of the Birds. In it, I found that even my most far-out fantasies were completely congruent with ancient mythology.
In Late June of 2016 ....
I shared my WordMagic anthem, Taking Command of the English Language at a garden party in Portland, Oregon in June of 2016. At some point in the performance, I noticed that everyone was gazing upward. So I did, as well, and saw a hummingbird hovering above me, spinning and darting away, and then returning to hover again. I wish someone had photographed it.
In any case, here is a picture of a little hummer from another special occasion: One night in 2015, I came home after a three week absence, And as I approached the stairs leading to my apartment, I was amazed to see three hummingbirds circling like moths the donut shaped light at the top of the landing . I watched them in awe for a little while. Then, at my request, a neighbor turned off the light and two of the birds flew off. The third one landed on my head, so I carefully walked down the stairs so that he had room to fly away. He hesitated for close to a minute—then off he went. What a greeting and what an honor that was for me.