Last Updated On January 5, 2022

 

Guys. Listen. I just came from the woods and it. is. AWESOME! Why are we all fucking around in civilization when we could be in the forest?! There’s moss and sand and the smell of sea pine- and that’s just my forest. I’m finding little specimens of scaly bark and frilly lichen and seed pods that look like aliens. I only take what is offered up, I never pry. I line my pockets and then nestle my hands in there with the pokes and tufts and moisture. Resting like burrowing animals, I imagine my hands returning to their native state. They no longer recognize modern human activities like dishes or keyboards. My hands are only interested in fluffing spanish moss and cupping snippets of holly and raking golden needles from my hair. My wish for you on this new year: Full Pockets Immersed Hands Small Animal Dreams

 

 

This piece is the first installment of my Twelve Omen Days series, a new omen received during the Twelve Omen Days (December 25th – January 5th) will be released for each month of 2022. This year not only was I joined by a community of writers in appreciation of the Omen Days, but I was honored to collaborate with Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream who is contributing an original musical composition in response to each of the omens I identified. He also used word prompts to create the artwork in the featured image using the WOMBO App. Its been an electronic Nora dream to collaborate with him.

Please follow the link and enjoy the first composition from Robert’s 12 Omen Days album:
Sea and Be Seen by Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream

First Omen Day

On this first omen day,
field notebook on my person,
I am again in the woods-
not figuratively, literally.
My as of yet blank pages
are echoed in the platy exterior
of a shortleaf pine.
Window after window
to look in and view out,
an arboreal tribute to seeing and being seen.

Various fungi run a wavering path
down the trunk’s side
and I touch them in turn.
My expectations are repeatedly negated
as each is harder, softer, denser, chalkier
than I would assume based on their appearance.
My fingers thrill to supple suede and crumbly drywall.
Every variety is an “aha!” and a joy,
it is a blessing to be wrong.
And it becomes easier and more entertaining
the more often it happens
and is acknowledged-
this being wrong,
this unabashed acceptance
and revelry
in the freedom of the unknown.

January will offer windows,
opportunities to see others
and share ourselves
in novel ways-
stepping out of our brand,
And allowing others to do the same.
Our ideas about consistency
and meeting cryptic obligations
will be challenged,
our version of maintaining will be
more in line with nature
than hollow extrinsic standards.
We will wipe our eyelids of assumption
like last night’s mascara,
it will look like we were crying
and maybe we were.
Our expectations will be continually upended
until it turns into a cosmic joke
but not a rueful one.
Our jokes have all had teeth
for too long,
its time to shake loose
and get comfortable
with not knowing
so comfortable
that we see the value
of not knowing.
We will embrace possibility
and absurdity.
We will reach out and touch,
we will take a hard look in,
and we will reveal ourselves
as soft and hard.
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Last Updated On January 5, 2022

 

Guys. Listen. I just came from the woods and it. is. AWESOME! Why are we all fucking around in civilization when we could be in the forest?! There’s moss and sand and the smell of sea pine- and that’s just my forest. I’m finding little specimens of scaly bark and frilly lichen and seed pods that look like aliens. I only take what is offered up, I never pry. I line my pockets and then nestle my hands in there with the pokes and tufts and moisture. Resting like burrowing animals, I imagine my hands returning to their native state. They no longer recognize modern human activities like dishes or keyboards. My hands are only interested in fluffing spanish moss and cupping snippets of holly and raking golden needles from my hair. My wish for you on this new year: Full Pockets Immersed Hands Small Animal Dreams

 

This piece is the first installment of my Twelve Omen Days series, a new omen received during the Twelve Omen Days (December 25th – January 5th) will be released for each month of 2022. This year not only was I joined by a community of writers in appreciation of the Omen Days, but I was honored to collaborate with Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream who is contributing an original musical composition in response to each of the omens I identified. He also used word prompts to create the artwork in the featured image using the WOMBO App. Its been an electronic Nora dream to collaborate with him.

Please follow the link and enjoy the first composition from Robert’s 12 Omen Days album:
Sea and Be Seen by Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream

First Omen Day

On this first omen day,
field notebook on my person,
I am again in the woods-
not figuratively, literally.
My as of yet blank pages
are echoed in the platy exterior
of a shortleaf pine.
Window after window
to look in and view out,
an arboreal tribute to seeing and being seen.

Various fungi run a wavering path
down the trunk’s side
and I touch them in turn.
My expectations are repeatedly negated
as each is harder, softer, denser, chalkier
than I would assume based on their appearance.
My fingers thrill to supple suede and crumbly drywall.
Every variety is an “aha!” and a joy,
it is a blessing to be wrong.
And it becomes easier and more entertaining
the more often it happens
and is acknowledged-
this being wrong,
this unabashed acceptance
and revelry
in the freedom of the unknown.

January will offer windows,
opportunities to see others
and share ourselves
in novel ways-
stepping out of our brand,
And allowing others to do the same.
Our ideas about consistency
and meeting cryptic obligations
will be challenged,
our version of maintaining will be
more in line with nature
than hollow extrinsic standards.
We will wipe our eyelids of assumption
like last night’s mascara,
it will look like we were crying
and maybe we were.
Our expectations will be continually upended
until it turns into a cosmic joke
but not a rueful one.
Our jokes have all had teeth
for too long,
its time to shake loose
and get comfortable
with not knowing
so comfortable
that we see the value
of not knowing.
We will embrace possibility
and absurdity.
We will reach out and touch,
we will take a hard look in,
and we will reveal ourselves
as soft and hard.
###

Last Updated On January 5, 2022

Guys. Listen. I just came from the woods and it. is. AWESOME! Why are we all fucking around in civilization when we could be in the forest?! There’s moss and sand and the smell of sea pine- and that’s just my forest. I’m finding little specimens of scaly bark and frilly lichen and seed pods that look like aliens. I only take what is offered up, I never pry. I line my pockets and then nestle my hands in there with the pokes and tufts and moisture. Resting like burrowing animals, I imagine my hands returning to their native state. They no longer recognize modern human activities like dishes or keyboards. My hands are only interested in fluffing spanish moss and cupping snippets of holly and raking golden needles from my hair. My wish for you on this new year: Full Pockets Immersed Hands Small Animal Dreams

This piece is the first installment of my Twelve Omen Days series, a new omen received during the Twelve Omen Days (December 25th – January 5th) will be released for each month of 2022. This year not only was I joined by a community of writers in appreciation of the Omen Days, but I was honored to collaborate with Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream who is contributing an original musical composition in response to each of the omens I identified. He also used word prompts to create the artwork in the featured image using the WOMBO App. Its been an electronic Nora dream to collaborate with him.

Please follow the link and enjoy the first composition from Robert’s 12 Omen Days album:
Sea and Be Seen by Robert Snyder of Electronic Dog Dream

First Omen Day

On this first omen day,
field notebook on my person,
I am again in the woods-
not figuratively, literally.
My as of yet blank pages
are echoed in the platy exterior
of a shortleaf pine.
Window after window
to look in and view out,
an arboreal tribute to seeing and being seen.

Various fungi run a wavering path
down the trunk’s side
and I touch them in turn.
My expectations are repeatedly negated
as each is harder, softer, denser, chalkier
than I would assume based on their appearance.
My fingers thrill to supple suede and crumbly drywall.
Every variety is an “aha!” and a joy,
it is a blessing to be wrong.
And it becomes easier and more entertaining
the more often it happens
and is acknowledged-
this being wrong,
this unabashed acceptance
and revelry
in the freedom of the unknown.

January will offer windows,
opportunities to see others
and share ourselves
in novel ways-
stepping out of our brand,
And allowing others to do the same.
Our ideas about consistency
and meeting cryptic obligations
will be challenged,
our version of maintaining will be
more in line with nature
than hollow extrinsic standards.
We will wipe our eyelids of assumption
like last night’s mascara,
it will look like we were crying
and maybe we were.
Our expectations will be continually upended
until it turns into a cosmic joke
but not a rueful one.
Our jokes have all had teeth
for too long,
its time to shake loose
and get comfortable
with not knowing
so comfortable
that we see the value
of not knowing.
We will embrace possibility
and absurdity.
We will reach out and touch,
we will take a hard look in,
and we will reveal ourselves
as soft and hard.
###

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