We Are Our Beautiful Core Essence

Our luminous center is the core essence of our being. Our core essence brightly shines through us out into the world when we feel passionate about life. Longing ignites our essence and fuels the flame of learning. This luminosity is easily seen in babies and young children who glow with a light from within. Core Essence can be seen in the light in and behind our eyes.

Our essence is the most essential nature of our being and is completely unique to each individual. I love this poem by Mary Oliver; reading it connects me with my essence- sometimes for me essence is more of a sensation than words: Read the rest of this entry »

that night amidst the hunters
the deer spiraled into us then out
their hooves sliced open the crust of the land

we painted our faces
red and blue in innocence,
peace, balance
and spoke to the fire and the animals

the stars fell across the sky

their long journey found
the Earth’s chocolate unwrapped

we prayed to the river with tobacco
planted red welcome banners on two bamboo poles
offered corn to the Earth’s center

the star gates opened
eagle light flew through us

now we rest in the after glow

Linnea Hadaway 2002
 

Waves of wind rush by
I love how my tent rests in it;
the forest,
a village of like minded domes
Nancy would say its an encampment

I sit down a hill,
back against a short needled conifer,
an anchor in the woods where the sun reaches
the air pushes by, it comes up from the Temperance,
our Singing River

cools everything
makes my right ear and neck cold,
the center of my chest and forehead
where the light beams
heat.

Linnea Hadaway 1999

In this alone time while the coffee’s brewing
the fine edge of color where night meets day,
sky meets earth, and cloud meets air begins.
The warblers song is missed by the clusters
of traffic that roar soundly along Highway 61.
Five semis, a V W bus, two Winnebagos and the Suburban
follow one another like words in a sentence.
Life starts it’s tumble as mind expertly shifts gears,
slips into drive, navigates the split between
things to be done and things already done, forgets
about the man at Mirror Lake who found
a fallen star, which he said spun into this world with so much light
there are still burn scars on the rocks where it landed,
forgets the dream where all the young had constellations
of glowing stars along the right side of their heads,
a mark of innocence, their birth right, forgets
the Northern Lights greening the sky last night.

Linnea Hadaway 1999

In the mystery at Cobblestone
Lake Superior disappears

Slips into our old loggers cabin
right through the screened windows

settles over the breakfast table
where last nights yellow and violet bouquet
and the newly green wine bottle vanish

my hair is in tangles

Linnea Hadaway 2002
 

for Viola and Signe

Swedish grandma
her spirit has settled
into me
like smoke

the smell of her
is under my arms

I am an American
in recovery
of my ancestry

Linnea Hadaway 2000

I look at her

She looks at me

I have stilled the doe
quieted her curious fawn
She looks at me,
I am not still
I am driving this Mississippi roadside
the air is red now
it is dawn

I look at her and remember
a line read in the Tribune –
“Only people can see the stars”

She stares me down
Her wild eyes are of a child
they take me in
then flow through me
like a spring – fed creek
clears the shaded gaiter glen
like poppies pulse auricular light
She climbs my spine
with sure footed goat laughter

I look at her
She looks at me

Linnea Hadaway 1998