LIZ
1957-2015
The heart of an elephant
Performing every show
Tattered & torn
My Body & soul grows
Old & worn
No longer wild & free
a life Longing for a place to wander and roam
Searching for  A herd
And  a home
Can't you see?
Traveling far & wide
Finally  grazing upon
The last sunset of Tennessee
Finding friends new & old
Love mends my heart
And turns my soul to gold
Now my story has been told
And it's time for me to go
With grace and dignity
I can walk through the ivory gate
Knowing for other elephants
Its not to late
There's a safe haven
Where love awaits
© Claudia Wyzard 8/19/2015

Fall leaves Oct. 28th 2014

10/28/14


Hello blog world
This weather is so amazing, yet painful.
The fall leaves have changed colors, and I find such a down to earth connection to the changes. It's quiet here, and I can hear the wind, and wind chimes, the leaves sound like rain landing on the roof.
My body is failing me more and more each day, but my spirit seems to be gaining strength. When the weather changes so does my pain level. On painful days I have gimp legs, no longer wanting to support me, no longer wanting to allow me to walk normal. But that's ok I push on through, and keep on trucking as they say. Tomorrow we are going on a nature walk. I can do this pain or no pain, I'm going and I'm walking through the woods. I feel like I need to really soak in each and every moment. To breath in the life around me. For once maybe just maybe down deep inside me there is a slight gratefulness for being alive, for still being here. I am going back to my roots. Awakening the Shaman within me. I have always known I was a healer, a wise woman, the crone. But now it seems really important for me to fulfill that calling. I think its because my body is failing me. Going through college to become a massage therapist at times seems like such a waste. I could have quit after my body went to shit. But I didn't! I graduated, and I meet some of the most important people in my life now. I learned more about my healing energy, and how to really focus that energy. Others just didn't seem to understand or get me in college but Margret did, she felt the healing energy that flows through my veils. Wow how I miss her, I can't believe cancer ate her up. I learned from her even in her dying days how strong she really was, and just how beautiful her spirit was. She died with dignity and such grace. Death always my friend, walking so close to the fire I am bound to get burnt now and then. Born with a veil so thin, learning to understand what its like to walk in both worlds. I older I get and the more physical pain I live with, the more my spirit understands.


Haunting pain
runs through my veins
both physical and emotional
like a freight train
each day a fight
but I look out my window
and see falling leaves
filled with such beauty
even though their life
is lived.
The tree no longer needs them
so what is their lesson
the lesson I need to learn
today.
Perhaps its letting go.
Strength is found is letting go.
Yes that's it.
Letting go of how I used to be
letting go of those emotions
that no longer serve me.
Letting go of the things
I used to be able to do.
Learning to just be.
And breath.
Breath through the pain
and breath in the life around me.


Morinanna Wyzard ©10/28/14

New blogs coming my travel

I have decided to blog my life and journey's again. It's been a long time, not that I don't write any more, just not so much in blog form. so if you feel like followin my Shaman journey, feel free to follow me here. I will be sharing my into Shamnic breathwork. As well as my artwork I create from these amazing journeys. Anyway I am back to blogging... I will also share my poems here, as well as on my Dancing the darkness facebook site.    

Wyld Woman

Wyld Woman

Spirit of the wyld woman
Hides inside, behind our foolish pride
Deep within is where she resides
Eyes & heart open wide
She can be your greatest guide
Her voice, the lone wolf howl
Into the woods on the prowl
In your belly a low heavy growl
Or maybe the hoot of a single owl
From the darkest deep sea
To the tops of the tallest tree
She screams to be set free
Do not greet her with a tear
Her power is nothing to cause fear
Celebrate her wildness with the
Greatest cheer
She is your passion,
Your hidden desire
Your inner fire
Fuel her flame
Burry the shame
Do not try to tame
Her power now
Proclaim!

Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec 25th 2007

The Gate

The Gate

Notorious, glorious
Rhythms and Rhymes
Wild flowers and vines
Ebbs & flow
Where the wild things grow

Shadow and light
Flutters & flight
All through the night
Hidden and in sight.
Faeries delight

Creepy and crawly
Down in the bog
All covered in fog
Hear the song
Of that old bull frog

Follow the spring
To where the crickets sing
Glowing wing
Of the faerie king

Gaze into the crystal clear pool
Moss covered branches
Scents of evergreen groves
Air so natural and clean
This is where you’ll find his queen
Look beyond the scene
You’ve just found the world
Of between

Mor`inanna Eaglesong © July 13, 2009

Of dusk and dawn

Of dusk and dawn

Crickets sing in the dark of night,
Calling on the break of dawn,
The time to capture dew on the lawn,
Witch’s wake
Before the break,
And greet the crack of the first sun light,
If the crow calls before you wake,
You’ve slept in way to late.

The frog begins to croak,
As I put on my magickal cloak,
As the light begins to fade,
Now is not the time to be afraid

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

Dancing in the shadows
I can clearly see,
I set my spirit free,
Sipping on a cup of
Witch’s brew
This is where ancient witches flew
I find the magickal things
Only they knew.
Secrets dance in those shadowy places,
Safe within the sacred spaces,

The magickal hours of dusk and dawn,
This is where the power is drawn,
Balancing things between
The light and dark
A time when you can see the witch’s mark,

© Mor`inanna Eaglesong 2006+

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows we embrace,
Set aside the glamour and the lace,
Hidden deep within our soul,
For only us to know,
Placed before us to force us grow.
Those places others would never tread,
Hidden behind the veil with a tiny thread,
Calling us out into the night,
Do we enter without fright?
Things society shuns,
Why do they always run?
Turning their back on those they love,
They push away with a shove.
Things they fear and won’t accept,
Never finding the courage to peek,
Beyond the light they feel so weak.
Dark shadows we embrace,
In the night guided
Only by the moon’s bright light
We dance and sing,
With delight,
Never fearing absents of the light.
Shadows fall where none were seen,
Dark eyes that shine with a gleam
Seeing past the light of day,
Dancing in the moon light’s ray
Dark shadows we embrace,
No longer of the human race,
Both worlds we now embrace.
© Mor`inanna Eaglesong 2006+