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Thursday, Mar 27: A few things about me for starters:
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I am an author, playwright and poet with a background as a visual artist. As an educator and counselor I specialize in dreams and the creative process, conducting seminars and retreats throughout the world.

Since approximately 1999, I have become an improvising spoken word performer, specializing in experimental narrative forms. It was very exciting to begin to move from reading my writing or performing memorized texts to allowing words and sounds to move freely through me. These texts are inspired by the moment, a moment that includes music, other performers, the surrounding environment and the audience. Sometimes already written texts come through me and morph into new permutations, creating an entirely new version of the original.

I have begun to capture some of these words, putting them down on paper, creating a kind of recycling of remembered texts. My forthcoming book, Nile Night; Remembered Texts from the Deep
Represents a collection of some of these texts along with other writing.

As a writer, I have always been deeply interested in the personal as pathway to the universal. Dreams are our deepest source of creativity, our most intimate expression of who we are. For me, the creative spark is a reflection of the divine. Thus, I have always valued dreams, promoting dream community in others through workshops, retreats and International Dream Festivals and or course, drawing upon them in my own process of making art of all kinds.

I was a journalist, writing for the Village Voice, The Christian Science Monitor, Essence Magazine, Ms. Magazine, Vogue, Ms. and a variety of other publications during the late ‘70s and ‘80s at the onset of what was called the new “personal journalism”, and I enjoyed being able to refer to myself a ‘diarist’ when my journals were first published.

My book, Pride of Family; Four Generations of American Women of Color, has been published as a Classic by Doubleday/Broadway Books. (October 2004). The Audio Book was released in 2005 by Recorded Books.

This memoir is a New York Times Notable Book, and was on the New York Public Library’s List of 25 Books to Remember. Other works include Listening in Dreams, Deep Listening Press 2005 This is a Dream; a Handbook for Deep Dreamers, MOM Press, 2000,The Coffee Table Lover, 1986 Piramida Negra; Collected Poems from 1971-1991,1991 The Night Train to Aswan, 1996 My diaries were published in American Women’s Diaries 1830s-1970s, Ballantine Books 1986. My first published fiction appeared in 1957 in Arcadie; Revue Litteraire, a magazine launched by Jean Cocteau and others in Paris.

Together with Pauline Oliveros as Composer and creator of Sound Design, I have created the intercultural operas Njinga the Queen King, Io and Her and the trouble with Him, and Lunar Opera: Deep Listening For–Tunes.

For The Lunar Opera; Deep Listening For-Tunes in 2000 at Lincoln Center Out of Doors, I created a mythic story line and character structures that would support up to two hundred people, coming together from different cities and countries to work with Pauline’s score . The piece that took place was community building at its best, with Damrosch Park becoming a complete world unto itself, filled with individual cities with participants who interacted with each other. Unsuspecting visitors who happened to be walking through the park that day were welcomed and found themselves to be a part of the extended community.

Njinga the Queen-King was truly an international production, including Europeans, Americans, Africans and Brazilians in the cast. Languages in the play included Njinga’s native Kimbundu, Portuguese, and English. It was performed in Minneapolis,in New York where is opened at BAM’s Next Wave Festival, in Washington, Baltimore and Oakland at Mills College. The play depended upon inclusiveness of the communities in which it was being performed. When we performed in Lisbon, I realized that I needed to create a script especially for the Portuguese, and Pauline crafted the music accordingly.

I created the play in such a manner that local community members would be able to participate in the production after training by our master artists. This proved to be a rich and extraordinarily instructive process for the artists involved as well as for the audiences. The creation of Njinga in each theater over a period of eight years of performances (between 1991 and 1999) was a monumental learning experience for all concerned. Our cast, interacting with each other and with the theater administration and the crews in each location mirrored the encounter of two worlds ( Portuguese and Kongolese) that was taking place on stage.

We worked similarly with Io and Her and the Trouble with Him in 2001 in Madison, WI, casting members of community of the University of Wisconsin’s theater crew, designers and video department; and working with University actors, dancers and singers to create the piece. Additional production of scenes from Io
took place in San Francisco at Zaccho Dance Theater in 2006.
Though I stopped painting while concentrating on Pride of Family I immediately recognized the fact that the directorial process of creating the plays dovetailed with my desire to portray elements visually.

The making of the 20 minute experimental narrative film Dreams of the Jungfrau (completed in 2007) high in the Alps, is a continuation of my strong attachment to the visual arts.
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Friday, May 16: Mother's Definitive Picture
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She said we all have one. Over 94 years, she had examined all of her various photos and had chosen this one. She did the same for others- for me and for her best friend Carmel.
Dear Ones:

My friend Rachel came up on Monday evening and drove me in to the Trinity Cemetery on Tuesday May 6th in the morning. She truly supported me and as one of my ministers was a lovely presence there.

It is so beautiful there- lush and distinguished and soft and soothing- and all were very kind.

Antonio had chosen a beautiful white and gold casket and Guy,( who just happened to be on the East Coast) Carmel ( my mother's oldest friend) and Rachel and I gave my mother an intimate send off ceremony.

Anne and the girls had sent a beautiful bouquet which was placed in front of the casket.

My mother's resting place is just a few feet from my fathers- which is a smaller place for an urn in the corner directly to the left of my mother's spot. I somehow didn't realize they were in the same Court- the Court of Peace it is called.

They had picked out the site together, when she happened to accompany him up there to choose the place for his urn- and she'd declared, "I want to be here too! "

I had gotten two candles from the Mary Magdalene Cave in France earlier in April - and Guy and Carmel held the lighted candles as they each spoke about my mother .

I spoke of my mother's comfort in knowing that this Cemetery would be her 'final resting place'.

We had just visited earlier in the year so she could see my father's inscription. During that visit there happened to be a small group of dignified African Americans going through the ritual of a ceremony of departure, and I guess we both felt, but didn't say that it seemed like a rehearsal of sorts for the future eventuality of her own arrival there.

We had also just had a wonderful conversation on the day before her fall, during which she'd spoken of my wonderful life- and how if it ever came to pass that I went to the man up in the sky ( or something like that,) I could report that I led a full and wonderful life-. We were laughing- as I replied ," Yes, you too!" She agreed, "Yes! I can say that too! " and we were laughing some more together about that. I said, I'll call you back later- and she said, "No call me tomorrow- that will be mejor! I said, "OK."

Before the casket was placed, Rachel and I stood on either side sending prayers and protective messages. I actually felt my mother's presence at that time, a feeling of satisfaction emanating from her.

This is the poem that she'd asked me to keep for this occasion. I read it as the closing of the ceremony:

Don't Cry for Me

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

Author unknown

Sending love to each of you, Thinking of mid July for a memorial here in NY and Kingston

Leighla Whipper Ford

Author, Songwriter, Former Co-Proprietor of The Spuyten Duyvil Restaurant

September 22, 1913- May 2, 2008

Leighla Whipper Ford passed away May 2, 2008 in Kingston, NY as a result of an accident in her Hudson Valley home.

Mrs.Ford was the co- proprietor with her mother Virginia Wheeler of the popular Spuyten Duyvil Restaurant of Saratoga Springs, NY between 1949 and 1986. The Spuyten Duyvil was a famous watering spot next to the bustling Sales Paddock where yearling horses are auctioned off.

She was a graduate of Howard University in Washington, DC and a member of the prestigious Stylus Club there. Later, during her years residing in New York City she made her living as a journalist and a literary editor. There, she wrote for The People's Voice Newspaper and other periodicals. Among her memorable interviews were Mary Pickford ( while still in Washington, DC), the spiritual leader, Father Divine, Lon Chaney and Josephine Baker.

An author and songwriter, she published several mystery stories in The Saint Mystery Magazine and the Madrid anthology series Ojo Del Lynx ( Eye of the Lynx). Her memoir, entitled The Pretty Way Home was published by Writers Club Press in 2003. A novel will be published posthumously. A member of ASCAP, she wrote tropical songs with haunting lyrics, creating many folios that are widely distributed today throughout the world.

An inveterate traveler, Mrs.Ford made several early crossings in the 50s by boat to Europe on the French ocean liners The Isle de France and the Liberté. Then, focusing primarily on Mexico she divided her time between Saratoga Springs and Mexico City. In Saratoga she formed a team with her mother and her daughter taking on the management of the Spuyten Duyvil. While in Mexico, she was an afficionada of the Corrida and the founder of the Saratoga Peña, a club that encouraged aspiring young matadors.

Born into a prestigious family that encompassed the wide ranging areas of literary excellence, theater, medicine and social activism, she was the daughter of the noted actor of stage and screen, Leigh Whipper ( The Ox Bow Incident is one of his important film roles.) and Virginia Eva Wheeler, a talented dancer in the early chorus lines of the 20s and 30s. She was the niece of Dr. Ionia Rollin Whipper founder of the Ionia Rollin Whipper home in Washington, DC. Her grandmother, author Frances Anne Rollin was the author of the earliest known diary by a black southern woman, and the author of the first full length biography by a black person. (The Life and Public Services of Martin R. Delaney, 1868 ).

Her marriage to prominent sociologist Hylan G. Lewis ended in divorce in the late 40s and she was widowed during a second marriage to restaurateur Norman Ford in the 50s.

In recent years Mrs. Ford had made her home in the Hudson Valley, residing in Kingston, NY where she enjoyed playing her piano, writing, painting and crocheting.

She is survived by her daughter, Carole Ione Lewis, three grandsons, Alessandro, Santiago and Antonio Bovoso and eight great grandchildren. Entombment will take place in the Trinity Church Cemetery, in Manhattan, NY.

A memorial service will take place at a time and day to be announced.

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Friday, May 16: Mother's Definitive Picture
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Saturday, Jun 7: Dreams of the Jungfrau Link
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http://deeplistening.org/jungfraumovielink.html

Dreams of the Jungfrau Written and Directed by Ione Musi and Sound Design by Pauline Oliveros



Monday, Jun 9: Women Cooking
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at Isle de Brehat Retreat in Bretagne, France May 23-26 . There were 11 of us on the Island- I taught a Mystery / Dream Retreat there with our lovely French. American and Canadian Women's Mysteries women. A powerful journey of many levels of dimensions. IO



Monday, Jun 9: Isle in Rain
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Magical in rain, mist and shine, the Isle remains embedded in a dream. IO



Friday, Jun 20: Since pure awareness
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Since pure awareness of nowness is the real buddha,
In openness and contentment I found the lama in my
heart.
When we realize his unending natural mind is the very
nature of the Lama,
Then there is no need for attached, grasping, or
weeping prayer or artificial complaints.
By simply relaxing in this uncontrived, open, and
natural state,
We obtain the blessing of aimless self-liberation of
whatever arises.

Dudjom Rinpoche



Friday, Aug 1: Tree of Solace, Cork Ireland
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The Beech tree gave solace in Cork- place of morning walks, and cavorting on the green, moving beside the dark rushing whirling river Lee- the Swans making their way somewhere along it's winding, the Blue heron arising each day from its shores. Ravens showing off their brogues.



Tree of Solace, Cork, Ireland
Friday, Aug 1: Tree of Solace, Cork Ireland
Posted by Ione

The Beech tree gave solace in Cork- place of morning walks, and cavorting on the green, moving beside the dark rushing whirling river Lee- the Swans making their way somewhere along it's winding, the Blue heron arising each day from its shores. Ravens showing off their brogues.



Sunday, Aug 31: The Speigel Tent
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Deep Listening Band played on August 10th in the Spiegel Tent. A mesmerizing, and extraordinary perforance that completed the New Albion Series- all of us were floating upward by the end of the music- but did the music end- perhaps not.

This is a view from below as we floated upward !