six seasons or more

Six Seasons Cree – Lac La Ronge Band

 

Balance. We look for it wherever we go.

We break time up into bit sized pieces.

We order the seasons into four or more.

We strive to make it orderly this chaos.

 

Balance. We look for it however we go.

We walk our life tight ropes barefoot.

We drive between the marked lines.

We seek to stay on the even keel.

 

Balance. We look for it whenever we go.

We dance to the right music, in time.

We climb the ladders and chase goals.

We map it out on a chart, in color-code.

 

Balance. We fail and we fall reaching it.

We forget that balance is not our design.

We neglect that which balances us.

We mourn in hindsight with 20-20 glasses.

 

Balance. We forget the seasons between.

We don’t recognize  freeze up and break up.

We forget to enjoy one seeking another.

We neglect the warning of flying webs and geese.

 

Balance.  We have forgotten it in our rush.

We put it on the calendar but don’t live it.

We drive fast to catch up to the next thing.

We live in the moments that have not come.

 

Balance. We have built a world on a myth.

We cry for relief from the regiment and cringe.

We seek wildness and cower in our yards.

We desire freedom and love our chains.

 

Balance. We need more seasons I think!

We need one for laughing like 8 year olds.

We need one for dancing like sunflowers.

We need one for snowballs and goofballs.

 

Tansi!  Joe is talking about balance today as he tends bar for the dVerse Pub Open Link Night. We are studying Cree and the Cree people have six seasons – adding in Freeze up and Break up.  I think they may have had more, one for each moon that is named.  The names are long in Cree but they make sense.  You can read about them here: http://www.kayas.ca/sixseasons.html Ekosi

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40 Comments

  1. claudia said,

    September 17, 2013 at 8:39 pm

    dancing like sunflowers.. i like.. i need a yellow dress now me thinks…smiles… def. not easy to keep balanced at times.. writing it in the calendar but not living it..ugh..

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:42 am

      Oh yes a yellow dress! That could be a poem or a painting! 🙂 Thanks for coming by, and I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  2. September 17, 2013 at 8:42 pm

    I love this, especially your last stanza. What’s more delightful than “laughing like 8 year olds, dancing like sunflowers…..” In our strive for balance we lose our sense of freedom sometimes. Wonderful poem!

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:43 am

      Thank you Lisa! 🙂 My son has the best laugh – I just could listen to it all day!

  3. brian miller said,

    September 17, 2013 at 9:32 pm

    i think if we embraced the rhythm of nature and that we see in the ocean waves we would find a lot more balance than what we find now….i think it has been given to us to follow…

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:44 am

      it has, you are so right my friend, it is there for us. But we need to do it our way, and suffer for it. Thanks for coming over.

  4. Mary said,

    September 17, 2013 at 9:34 pm

    So true that we generally seek balance. The yin and the yang. And yes, we seek freedom yet love our chains. Humans are filled with contradictions. I like the last stanza, and too wish we had a few more seasons…just for joy!

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:44 am

      🙂 Love your words Mary! Thanks for being here.

  5. Waltermarks said,

    September 17, 2013 at 10:39 pm

    Great poem. Come to South Texas. We usually only have two seasons, warm and warmer.

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:45 am

      We joke we have seeding, fishing, harvest and winter. South Texas is good, in winter, for us Canucks! Thanks for coming by.

      • Waltermarks said,

        September 18, 2013 at 3:34 am

        Winter Texans, the staple of our economy, welcome.

  6. Laurie Kolp said,

    September 17, 2013 at 11:00 pm

    So true and a great idea!

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:45 am

      Thanks Laurie! Always love it when you stop by.

      • Laurie Kolp said,

        September 18, 2013 at 2:05 am

        Thanks… me, too!

      • shanyns said,

        September 18, 2013 at 2:06 am

        🙂

  7. annotating60 said,

    September 17, 2013 at 11:29 pm

    Pure joy to read. >KB

  8. grapeling said,

    September 17, 2013 at 11:31 pm

    woven well and tied up with that plea, Shanyn ~ M

  9. cloudfactor5 said,

    September 17, 2013 at 11:54 pm

    I’m all for an extra laughing & dancing season, when I lived in Vermont we only had two seasons, fourth of July & winter !! That’s why I moved south !!

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:46 am

      Sounds like us in Canada – ha ha! I would love some extra seasons too.

  10. Grace said,

    September 18, 2013 at 12:28 am

    I agree with that last stanza ~ More seasons certainly ~

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:46 am

      I bet you would like more seasons – you have a rain season and a sun season on the coast!

  11. September 18, 2013 at 12:54 am

    Dance like no-ones watching 🙂 Loved this romp through the Seasons and loved the ‘realness’ of your words. Nicely penned.

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:47 am

      Thank you very much. 🙂 Great that you stopped by, glad you enjoyed it.

  12. September 18, 2013 at 1:12 am

    oh and heck yes! Balance needed, denied. THis write is so well timed. We desire freedom and love our chains- the sum of it all- the irony and the plea…oh if we can just break free! I was just thinking that here I am behind again, off my planner, needing to get on track…Oh how I desire structure but kick at the confines too! I get you, Shanyn…we are kindred souls!

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:48 am

      We are soul kindred spirits Dawn! And I kicked the planner habit, I was detailing my life on paper and forgetting to live it. There is freedom in the chaos as long as there are postie notes! 😉

  13. hisfirefly said,

    September 18, 2013 at 1:25 am

    striving for balance is like spitting in the wind
    there is no balance, there is only Him and releasing all into His hands
    but oh, how we struggle to hold on

    • shanyns said,

      September 18, 2013 at 1:49 am

      There is only His balance and it is not ours. We do struggle, we humans, for that sense of control when there is none. Just surrender and trust and then comes the balance we seek. Thanks for coming by.

  14. Ray Sharp said,

    September 18, 2013 at 2:22 am

    I have learned that to maintain balance, you must stand still. to walk forward is to lose balance and to trust that you will catch yourself with the advancing foot

  15. September 18, 2013 at 2:23 am

    Beautiful done, and I loved that final verse.

    And thanks so much for your fun contribution to this week’s Limerick-Off. I hope you’ll be a frequent participant. (I post a new one every Sunday, and they run all week.)

  16. Ed P said,

    September 18, 2013 at 4:49 am

    dancing like sunfllowers and laughing like an 8 year old is awesome, so is snowballs and goofballs. balance and peace and happiness…

  17. September 18, 2013 at 5:01 am

    This really resonated with me. I tend to drive myself forward as if there’s only one direction and I forget to turn, spiral, or heaven forbid, go backwards. It’s like the culture that has a hundred words for snow, these are aware people. Beautiful work.

  18. howanxious said,

    September 18, 2013 at 9:07 am

    Oh! That is a very well-written creation; my favorite among the ones, I have read of yours so far.
    There is that imagery with a contrast between what we desire and what we are doing, that resonated with me deeply. Balance is a difficult thing to achieve and maintain.

  19. MarinaSofia said,

    September 18, 2013 at 9:37 am

    This is something I do struggle with every day, so the whole poem spoke to me, but especially these line:
    We have built the world on a myth.
    We need more seasons I think! (Judicious use of exclamation mark there)

  20. Joseph Hesch said,

    September 18, 2013 at 10:39 am

    As I said, balance isn’t an on/off thing. It’s flexible and we have to be equally flexible to enjoy, if not survive, its wiggles and waggles. Those last two verses say it all, Shanyn. BTW, my historical neighbours, the Kanienkehaka of the Haudenosaunee–you know them as the Mohawk of the Iroquois–have four seasons. But each “moon” seems to have greater meaning, as you note. Great piece, thoughtful and warm. 🙂

  21. September 18, 2013 at 10:47 am

    Interesting… and very true. I have read somewhere that many people leaving closer to nature have more season than 4… and as Anna says many words for snow….

  22. September 18, 2013 at 7:53 pm

    A season for laughing like 8 year olds and one for goofballs – those would be my kind of seasons. 🙂 Peace, Linda

  23. margaret said,

    September 30, 2013 at 8:58 pm

    I agree. Sigh. If we let GO, if we danced like sunflowers and laughed like 8 year olds… Very sweet (just a little late getting ’round to this open link night 😉

    • shanyns said,

      September 30, 2013 at 11:41 pm

      🙂 Thanks for coming by, better late than never to see your smiling face.


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