Open the pages of Butterfly Voyage. Walk your fingers and eyes right into its middle and let your mind get lost in delight in any direction.
This is a book of poetry carved out of malleable ingredients that are an imaginative wheelhouse for readers to take shelter in as he or she moves along inside the oceanic currents of the author’s journey to self.
In Butterfly Voyage, published in November 2018 by https://paperfieldspress.com, Australian based author/poet Bianca Bowers shares an odyssey where life feels like a continual process of transformation.
At almost every turn there is opportunity to follow the author into the natural world that drifts along with fluid narrative. It’s not a mistake I have reggae music playing in my headphones as I write this. That comforting skip and bounce beat with a voice floating along with it is what reading this book is like.
There’s a wide, deep well of flowing creativity inside the pages. A mix of natural and supernatural. Identification and deliverance from pain and self-loathing, crossings through misunderstandings, bridges to memories, islands of visions, illusions of time bent and then bent again, perceptions of what is and is not, places that amaze with described details, the seen and unseen of who a person thinks they are versus what they’ve been hiding themselves from.
In the end all the layers listed above lift the top off of the narrator’s carefully constructed canopy of safety. They fall and float to the forest floor, letting light in which follows behind and promotes growth. Each verse from beginning to end is rich, ambient, soulful, and textured.
At its centre the book is a conversation between the narrator, her mother’s voice, Leda, who seems to be her guardian dragon spirit, and Mother Nature, all seeking a newly open heart for her, and for balance between the author’s recognition and description of the features of dragon and butterfly. One goes with the other and is healthy and empowering.
I found my own self reflected back out to me as I followed along. That is the power of story and those parallel lines sank in deep as I, too, feel at home within the realms this book explores.
Read this book. If you do, you’ll read it again, as I did, and enjoy its fluid magnificence.
Well done, Ms. Bowers. Your drawing is on its way.
In the U.S. purchase Butterfly Voyage at https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Bianca+Bowers+Butterfly+Voyage&ref=nb_sb_noss
…where others seem to not. Like along side this ancient grain silo found on the grounds of a forgotten Ohio farm whose best days are long gone and grown like a tree inside the middle of what once was.
I grew up in a house full of love and as the youngest child I was a bratty, snotty nosed, ball of energy and a challenge to my family. Sweet memories of my childhood are plentiful.
My Dad and Mother both passed away many years ago.
One of the artifacts I still have from those days is Horse. Horse was purchased for me by my parents when I was possibly three or four years old. The sensation of riding Horse hard and long are alive in my nervous system. I can feel my body moving and hear the springs squeak and creak in rhythm as Horse and I galloped.
I have many saved items from that segment of my life but none resonate with the power of Horse. He’s a connection to all the wonder I experienced back then. All the care I received.
Horse is a powerful reminder of how blessed I was then. I thought we were rich. I was incorrect about that because we weren’t. But I had clean clothes, food, a warm bed, toys, hugs, books, direction and love.
I’ve decided to bring Horse back to life. He hung in the air in the garage where I used to live for 10 years and was never touched or moved. My own kids didn’t ride Horse. They don’t really understand how special their Father’s family was.
I’ve decided to make art out of Horse’s presence in my life by taking him out and taking photographs in places and situations where an old time rocking horse normally wouldn’t be found. In doing so I hope to remind myself to be grateful for the life I was born into as well as be thankful for my Mother and Father who gave me everything I needed.
I hope you enjoy all the crazy and interesting places I find appropriate somehow to photograph Horse in.
Thanks for viewing.
Best thing I know how to do, as I attempt to make these posts meaningful, is to convey the experience of eating plant based food. We have to enjoy the food we eat, right?
Here’s my breakfast from this morning:
Banana-nut quinoa bowl. Ingredients = quinoa, blueberries, walnuts, banana slices and almond butter drizzled over the top (Pg. 236 – The Greenprint by Marcos Borges)
The almond butter is freshly opened and stirred. Almost looks like a bowl of ice cream, eh? It tasted just as good.
Tonight’s dinner = Rainbow Quinoa Bowl. Ingredients = kale leaves, shredded carrots, canned chickpeas, canned sweet corn. Missing from my bowl is avocado & cherry tomatoes, which I plain ran out of. The dressing is made of tahini, lemon juice, garlic powder, and sea salt.
As long as dishes like this taste great, and this does, and provides enough protein amidst the healthy onslaught of vegetables, Im satisfied eating like this. I don’t miss chicken, beef and pork. (I’m guessing it’s cheaper, too)
I’m feeling superb and leaving, bit by bit, a smaller imprint on our world.