Pythian Games

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Quietly She Sleeps

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quietly she sleeps
in the high mountain of dreams
winter in her soul

The Snow leopard is found in high mountains in Central Asia. Its eyes are green. The snow leopard has a greyish white coat with rosetts. Of all the leopard family, snow leopard is the least aggressive and is very agile and excellent leapers. Snow leopard legends and myths are far and few between, giving an elusive and tantalizing quality to them.

Snow leopards prefer to inhabit steep cliff areas, rocky outcrops and ravines. Such habitats provide them with the camouflage they need to ambush unsuspecting prey. They stalk their prey and usually spring from a distance of 20-50 feet. Their long and powerful hind limbs help the snow leopard leap up to 30 feet, which is 6 times its body length. Mostly active at dawn and dusk, snow leopards are rarely seen in the wild. Unlike other big cats, snow leopards are unable to roar. Solitary in nature, they pair only during the breeding season.

The Snow Leopard as a Spirit Animal, it usually means having strong intuitive faculties and heightened sensibilities. Snow leopard teaches how to make great leaps over new obstacles in life. It gives strength to clear out the haunts and demons within the mind and holds promise of new life, new perception and a renewed perspective on life.

There is also an old story of Milarepa, Tibet’s poet-saint, who was stranded for six months in the Great Cave of Conquering Demons. When his followers went to find him, they found he had been transformed into a snow leopard. The snow leopard is a totem that can reflect a renewed energy, ability, opportunity to conquer one’s own great demons.

“Conquer one’s own great demons” has been and continues to be a life long challenge.

— genece hamby, contemporary digital artist & poet

The One that Got Away

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(inspired by the Pablo Neruda “I write the first faint line…” prompt)

I write the first faint line…

In sand, in water, in dust,

But more often,

In the clouds,

Along the mile markers,

While I am driving along.

It’s then I have my best thoughts –

When I can’t stop and write them down.


The ideas sneak up behind me,

Attack metaphors,

That pounce upon me

While I am in the shower,

Again, no pen near by,

No paper on which to write.


I used to mourn each lost gem.

Nowadays I tell myself

I am just a good sportswoman

Practicing “catch and release” –

The ideas will come back to me someday,

When I have my waders on,

My line is taut,

My hook is sharp,

My net is ready,

And the thoughts are

Much bigger and better…


© Kerry Vincent

Written by kvwordsmith

May 20, 2008 at 7:04 pm

I am …

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I am from books lining the shelf of an old library with the collected works of literature, philosophy, art, spirituality, science and nature, and from historical places that leave traces of the human souls that once walked the land.

I am from a lineage of people who once lived in the “City of God and the Frying Pans”, the home of copper pots situated in the heart of a French countryside surrounded by rivers and valleys, where snowy owls slept in the dovecote and where caramels and cheese were produced in local farms.

I am vibrant colors, sweeping landscapes of sprawling green fields and hilly pastures. I am weeping willows scraping the surface of water and diverse flowers appearing to have been plucked from one of Monet’s canvases.

Village of Hambye, FranceI am from stately castles, slightly askew manor houses, soaring cathedrals, products including copper pots, cider and Calvados (an apple brandy), ideal places for spontaneous rambling, picturesque routes for bike and horseback riders, and marinas for sailors.

Then again, I am from the bays, the harbors, sandy beaches, rocky inlets and sheer cliffs. I am a stable, cowshed, pressing and printing room, a parlor and vestry. I am old furniture fit for a Shakespearean play, tapestries, and paintings of nature’s stillness, beauty and grace.

Abbey of HambyeAs a child, I was told that I am from a long line of Hambye’s that were Vikings. We eventually settled in the Village of Hambye in Western France where the Abbaye d’Hambye of Benedictine Monks was founded in the medieval time of 1145. The famous ruins still stand today with many crows nesting in the broken tops of the arches.

My sister has traced our ancestry roots. We are from the descendants of Roger d’Hambye who in 1019 travelled to England and became the forefather for a strong line of Hamby’s (he dropped the “e” in the name), the most noted was Sir William Hamby who in 1614 maintained a large library of written books which was so massive in volume and diversity that it was unheard of during his time, and his gravestone was a full replica of himself that relatives placed in his honor out of great respect.

Spiritually, I am from a long line of healing voices, tender hearts and strong connections to strict silence out of respect for others when deep in stillness. Fraternal love has been our guiding light as early as the 10th century. In the family, I am the Protector of Souls traveling far and wide to seek out people I’ve known before.

Flemish from the Hambye Abbey, Hambye, FranceThough born in the Midwest, I spent most of my adult life in Northern California with connections to my lineage though I did not know this until recently. In San Francisco’s Grace Cathedral rests a medieval altarpiece that belonged to the Hambye Abbey for three centuries until the French Revolution (1789). A French collector purchased the Flemish and brought it to America where he sold it to William H. Crocker (Crocker Bank) of San Francisco who donated the artwork to Grace Cathedral in 1930. In 2002, French historians were able to finally trace the artwork to Grace Cathedral, enriching the story of the Hambye Abbey’s heritage.

On my mother’s side, I am a descendant of Sir John de Sutton VI of England. As Lord Steward in 1422, he brought home the body of King Henry V to England, and was chief mourner and carried the standard of King Henry V at his funeral. He had a long and successful career in the service of the royal court. Amongst his many appointments, he held the lieutenancy of Ireland and he fought throughout the wars with France and was a firm supporter of the House of Lancaster in the Wars of the Roses.

–genece hamby, contemporary artist & poet

Written by Genece Hamby

March 15, 2008 at 4:12 pm