I was recently interviewed by GPB's Candice Felice. Candice is quite an amazing interviewer and I am most honored to have been able to talk with her. Fellow local artist and poet, Laurence Holden will also be on this segment of the show, talking and reading some wonderful poems - what a treat! I am thrilled to have shared air time with both of these phenomenal people. Take a listen...
WPPR - 88.3 FM
To listen online, you will need to click the "Community Life - August 20" link, rather than the one that says "Honor Woodard." And there is a short local program item up front that you can listen or fast forward through. My segment starts at the 16 minute mark.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
My new book is here!!!
I just received my first copy of Dreams and Distillations: Skirting the Waters. I am excited to see it in person. You can preview it online, but it is so much more satisfying to have the real thing. Take a look and see what you think. I am looking forward to producing the next book in conjunction with an upcoming show of photographic works up in Sylva, NC at The Wilderness Society this October.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
This morning...
This morning I was lured outside by the gentle warm light coming through the trees. There were subtle shadows on trunks and sideways light on maple leaves.
A little later, I was called by the water lily on my pond, as it was slowly opening to greet the day. I spent some time, standing quietly rooted, watching its occasional movements, as yellowjackets danced around my feet, ants explored my legs, flies raced past brushing my ears with their chorus. In the distance, a family of crows shared their strange language of sounds - clicking at each other with gravelly voices or making some of their other un-birdlike sounds that at times seem like a language more complex (and direct) than ours. It sounds like a good sized community down there around the nest. Every now and then, a petal would move or a stamen unfurl. Imagine my surprise when, at the end of its opening, the lily raised up a little higher out of the water and shifted a bit, as if rising to the occasion of the day.
I am humbled and inspired by the slow, quiet grace and beauty of such a being that opens and closes each day during its short life on the pond - opening to share its beauty and nourishment, and closing each evening perchance to dream and re-create the world anew each morning.
A little later, I was called by the water lily on my pond, as it was slowly opening to greet the day. I spent some time, standing quietly rooted, watching its occasional movements, as yellowjackets danced around my feet, ants explored my legs, flies raced past brushing my ears with their chorus. In the distance, a family of crows shared their strange language of sounds - clicking at each other with gravelly voices or making some of their other un-birdlike sounds that at times seem like a language more complex (and direct) than ours. It sounds like a good sized community down there around the nest. Every now and then, a petal would move or a stamen unfurl. Imagine my surprise when, at the end of its opening, the lily raised up a little higher out of the water and shifted a bit, as if rising to the occasion of the day.
I am humbled and inspired by the slow, quiet grace and beauty of such a being that opens and closes each day during its short life on the pond - opening to share its beauty and nourishment, and closing each evening perchance to dream and re-create the world anew each morning.
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