Eve Moore
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I am a dragon. An air-breathing wood dragon, according to Chinese astrology, born under the
water-bearing stars of Aquarius. Earth > Air > Water > Fire — though my flame is decidedly violet,
the scales I’m growing: rays of blue/green. I seek to bring the gifts of Gaia's elemental kingdoms to
artful, felt union through the painted word. Nature is my subject, unlimited by place or notions of
projection, separation. It is the deeply integrated realm of the inner landscape reflected in all we
see that muses my writings, seeds my wanderings. This fulcrum is the substrate upon which my
work crystalizes. A solo artist, I am called to commune with like travelers over tea, neath canopies
of whispering trees, deep in the hallowed sanctuary of the senses. Here I find nourishment for this
journey of a lifetime. Taking cues from what becks and allowing the mystical forces of nature to guide
my way. I call it sense navigation & readily offer its counsel/mentor to those seeking to attune its trail
markings, its cairns’ meanings, its compass sensations — manna, these magical breadcrumbs. Should
you be so inclined, feel free to contact me for a little coeur a coeur, esprit a esprit. Local & “proximate"
encounters are welcome, for we are none of us strangers. I look forward to our travels, be they literal,
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A writer from the start, I have donned its many hats along the way. My first job out of school, per my
schooling, was on a community paper where I saw the state of journalism fraying into what it has sadly
become—owned. So I leapt and my creative spirit parachuted me into a career as a copywriter, though
my heart never went along for the ride. It took a while, but what I’ve come to see is the un-learning, the
felt experience, the soul-led grokking it has undertaken so that I might one day sprout my poetic wings.
That day is this.
π I live a stone’s throw from Walden Woods, being drawn from a long life on Massachusetts’ rocky shore.
It is a good perch surrounded by elder trees who teach me daily their ways — some of them old enough
to have enlightened the transcendental likes of Thoreau, Emerson, too, I imagine. Imagine. 
On belay!
Eve Moore
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Re: Repeat as necessary: Re draw lines between, around Re place the gone missing: sovereignty, dignity, equanimity, autonomy, forgiveness Replenish breath, space Re cast seeds, doubt, story Release what does not serve Release the trigger Relinquish small hands, grabs, of control, powerlessness Re string the mystery with hot air balloons Recalibrate the jujitsu of consciousness, evolution, peace Resuscitate discernment, neutrality, liberation, com-passion, choice Reemerge buried treasure from impossible depths Remain... Read more
Love-in-a-Mist
Love-in-a-Mist Sowing seeds in a composted medium, feeding, warming them, watering them; and as they crack open, slowly, so slowly emerge, reach and rise, placing them in a protected space ‘outside’ in the elements—hardening them off to the earth they will root into, the atmosphere they will breathe into, from, into and from. This is... Read more
Love-in-a-Mist (2)
Love-in-a-Mist Sowing seeds in a composted medium, feeding, warming them, watering them; and as they crack open, slowly, so slowly emerge, reach and rise, placing them in a protected space ‘outside’ in the elements—hardening them off to the earth they will root into, the atmosphere they will breathe into, from, into and from. This is... Read more
Unlearned Response
Unlearned Response Holding a bright possibility for the brief days of this world, a light beyond what can be seen in the gloam shrouding its lumes, is like holding a dandelion perfectly pregnant in its seeded, spangled orb up, up, as the gales blow. It is the work at hand. Read more
A Little of This and A Little of That
A Little of This and A Little of That An obliging tree fallen long ago. A discarded board, once a leafing, breathing tree, placed blithely upon it. An object lesson waiting to be comprehended along the wooded way this interplay with that. Contrasting one with the other, these “sides" in no way express opposition, not seen in their true light. For what they draw the lucid... Read more
The Friendly Ghost
The Friendly Ghost Casper came into my awareness out of nowhere the other morn. Yes, that Casper. Winsome and affable, eyes pools of warmth and welcome, he nonetheless appeared braced for the common greeting: ghost!! For long has he been gone. Died as a little boy from pneumonia, having played long after nightfall, the storybook... Read more
Our Mother
Our Mother Who art the heavens, the fecund earth, the ranges of granite, shale, schist raised from fires and freezes that flow, the storied rafters of trees who see all, the birds and the bees and the flowers who tend them, love them, the coursing waters filled with untold life, the crystals... Read more
Supermankind to the Rescue!
Supermankind to the Rescue! There is kryptonite in our midst. A pox upon our house. It seeks, by way of its radio-active frequency, to weaken our power. It can look like a rock. Or a newscaster. Or a virus wearing a crown. But these guises are only masking the face of what this nemesis is: FEAR. An old adversary, let’s be clear. Even if an ally in moments when... Read more
The Losing and Finding of Form
- A Musing on Ascension - Firstly, a caterpillar must gorge its many-legged self, splitting its skin many times to grow and grow before it is prompted to raise its swollen length to a chosen branch, stem, stalk, and spin itself into an unprecedentedly marvelous time machine we call a chrysalis or... Read more
True Love ~ A Valentine.
- True Love - A Valentine. I can just hear you sigh. Like most of us, you think Hallmark, Hollywood, saccharin, all so ignobly imprinted in the cultural flotsam of the word valentine. Doubtless you think romance, Eros, when I’m getting at something beyond shiny surfaces, ever- after concepts. Something that pulls one to another one like earth pulls life... Read more
Two, Too
Since sipping that first gulp of air, I’ve always been drawn to water. Born under an aquarian sun, libra moon conjunct pluto at 13 degrees with cancer rising/north node in the 12th, and Jupiter conjuncting these heavenly bodies on my midheaven, a high-water mark set the native course of this life. To bring yin into balance, harmony,... Read more
Add Infinitum
A coyote wandered down the road over which I sat at a window above, reading. It entered the property on which I live, and instead of feeling any sort of alarm, for this is quite an unusual sight — the invisible making itself visible — along this eastern stretch of north shore, I felt thrilled. Read more
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