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WORK-AT-HOME-NOMAD by Tracie Nichols

This poem was written as I perched on the sidewalk outside our local library dueling mischievous spring winds for possession of the paper...

Last spring I realized that my nattering, nagging, criticizing Mind had been creating too much din to properly hear what my soft, slower, strong, Body was humming.

I responded by curling into a metaphoric chrysalis...a mindset oasis tucked among the usual goings-on of my days — washing dishes, writing blog posts, preparing meals, mentoring clients, running errands, answering emails, tending family...

My chrysalis shell marked the boundaries of a safe and sacred space big enough for the unknown and I to have deep conversations, and close enough that I didn’t get lost in liminality. I could finally hear my body and ended up following her tugging like a sensory nomad, writing and listening in all sorts of new Places.
Photography by Lisa Saraswati Cawley

 Work-at-home nomad
I’ve become
a work-at-home
nomad. Going
the land calls.
Where my body
Mind and heart
scribes, illuminating
muscled semaphore.
Making words
out of

© 2013 Tracie Nichols
Photography by Lisa Saraswati Cawley

Tracie Nichols has written poetry since she was 11 years old. While most of her early works are gone (this is probably a good thing) she continues to scribble poems at odd hours about everything from the state of her soul to the sleeping position of her cat. Her poetic heart mostly belongs to her nature kin, though. ~The rest of her life is an unwieldy balance between teaching and mentoring survivors of abuse, helping them find joy and peace (and perhaps a poem or two) in their own two-way relationship with our beloved earth, and loving her husband, three children and the aforementioned cat. Tracie blogs, shares resources and generally nurtures at her website here.  

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. This resonates with me so much. :)

  2. Thank you very much! I've started reading this blog only recently and such wonderful articles are helping me to find peace within myself. This has helped me in my studies also since now I am more focused and not getting easily distracted by girly things.
    -Portia Burton

    1. Thank you for your appreciative comment of the blog, Portia. I am happy to hear it is helping you find the peace within yourself. Please come as often as you like. Take care!


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