I am a creative individual,expressing that creativity with everything from hat design to writing novels. I am currently back in college, working to earn my Bachelors degree (only eight classes left!) in between doing theatre, writing, art and music. Yes, I burn the candle at both ends...and sometimes in the middle! The name "Folkchick" comes from my love of folk music, folk art, folklore, and tradition, as well as my joyful involvement in the performance of traditional folk music. I am a professional storyteller, and a singer/songwriter,as well as being part of a choir, a gospel band and a harmony singing folk duo (all of which sometimes overlap!) I see art in every aspect of life. If I am not writing I am painting, if I am not painting I am telling stories, if I am not telling stories I am singing, if I am not singing....well no, I am always singing :-) I love words; their sound, their colors, the way they speak and taste... and I love to weave and rhyme and write and sing them. My current writing passion (in addition to National Novel Writing Month every November) is a collection of Women's poetry written to celebrate diversity and beauty (body and mind) in all women, not just those of a certain mindset, shape, culture, color or size... words of "self" and of empowerment.
I believe in expression, in equality, in art and in music, and I always dream in color.
I am Woman, I am Child, I'm not half but whole I am Storyteller, Shaman of my own soul, I am a Clear River running through a barren land, I hear the song of the Earth from where I stand.
In a half remembered life I was all alone, now I realize that all the Earth is home, and the blood of every tribe, the heart of every name, sings like a burning echo, here in my veins.
Stronger than the rocks where the river runs, taller than trees, wild as the sun, wisdom of the ages, to me appear, a thousand years ago, and I'm still here....
Wise Woman tells me that the time is near, Shaman woman casts a spell for the year, Storyteller paints a story on the land, Mother Earth she places it here in my hands...
Stronger than the rocks where the river runs, taller than trees, wild as the sun, wisdom of the ages, to me appear, a thousand years to go and I'll still be here....
(Copyright 2005 R. Keyes)
Tonight I was tired, in pain, sad, hot, weary and stressed. So I went out to the pool (which was technically closed...shhhhh!) and slipped into the dark water like a whisper, a silvery pebble graceful, weightless and magical. The water was cool and sweet and moonkissed and ... I doubt whether water has ever felt so good on skin. Ever. The moon was reflecting myriad patterns on the bottom, water droplets and moonlight luminescent on my skin, and I floated barely moving, my eyes closed, my senses stilled, mermaid hair adrift around me like sea grass spellcasting in the moment, gentle ripples from my breath tiny movements in the dance. For an hour I floated, but really, it felt like flying. Finally sated, I climbed from the water to a chair in the moonlight, closing my eyes and breathing the perfume of the trees. I slept for a moment (or perhaps it was hours?) serenaded by a Cicada and cricket lullabye, and the sound of the wind in the leaves. When I opened my eyes, I saw my body, feet, not fins, bright shadowed in the moonlight. I was human once again.
My heart, which is so full to overflowing, has often been solaced and refreshed by music when sick and weary. Martin Luther (1483 - 1546)
You sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve. J. K. Rowling
You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it. Robin Williams
You do not win by struggling to the top of a caste system, you win by refusing to be trapped within one at all. The woman wins who calls herself beautiful and challenges the world to truly see her" -- Noami Wolf, author of 'The Beauty Myth'.
“It is a question of strength (of an individual or of a people), whether and where the judgment ‘beautiful’ is applied. --Nietzsche
"Had I to carve an inscription on my grave, I would ask for none other than 'The Individual' ..." - Kierkegaard