Intention
Posted on | April 25, 2007 |
Time to return to the things that matter. To wake up bumble-headed and still trialing the wild ponies of dreams, pour tea, and write. To show up, because this is what I want to do with my life. Even when showing up means having a staring contest with the page, while the birds sing jubulently outside; and dawn spreads across the gravel and the new buds and the eaves. I’m determined, because I have to be, because this is what I’ve chosen. Some days I come away with nothing. Other days, a few sentences, like a pocket full of sea glass shards. Or poems, that tumble from nowhere before I’m even awake.
Two versions of Worship:
I kneel down at the arbor of another day
kissing the small pebbles of wonder that press into my knees,
the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet
I gather the petals that have drifted earthwards
from the quivering globes of roses,
and press them to my heart
April 24
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my heart is like a music box; many
pronged tin cylinder, twirling
making steady, frail music rise
joining the windstorm of my soul
where the notes are torn and the song
becomes wild and tumultuous
and I feel very small.
April 25
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April 26th, 2007 @ 6:35 am
The first poem is like the quiver of a leaf, the second like the wind shaking a tree. Beautiful!
April 26th, 2007 @ 11:18 am
Yes!!!
April 26th, 2007 @ 8:30 pm
“Time to return to the things that matter”…hmmm…that line really struck me. I don’t know that I WANT to return, and I’m torn between the things that matter where I return and the things that matter where I’ve left.
April 26th, 2007 @ 11:18 pm
Thanks for the words about showing up. My intention is writing as well, though I’m not as lyrical a one as you. I, too, stare at blank page and screen. It’s part of the job, and the path toward joy.
Your blog is a joy to read.
April 27th, 2007 @ 11:19 am
My experience as a writer is, I think, like yours: showing up at the page is really the only thing that matters. In fact, I’d say that in my case there is a direct and logarithmic relationship between the time I spend with my ass in the chair and the quantity (and quality) of my writing: the bored-er I get, the better-er I write.
April 27th, 2007 @ 12:00 pm
I have been away from the computer for about a week because of my little one’s birthday, which coincided with the dreaded molars coming in. I am so happy you had such a lovely time away and are now able to enjoy a week off … to enjoy your boys and your writing … and to share your beautiful pictures and words with us. I love that first poem - I don’t know how to explain it, but it is so visual.