Thank you!
I posted last week about some new creative voicings I am exploring. I am grateful for your many expressions of curiosity and support. We live in a swirling chaos of words. You honor me by reading some of mine.
I’m standing in the swirl today, waiting for a word or two to rise above the others to capture my imagination, colorful as hot air balloons on a blue-sky day.
Here are the beginnings of a poem I glimpsed along my journey today.
Co-creating with the Sun
the sun–after a watery deluge–
eases up over the horizon
to tease oaks and maples
with gilded light
draping her rays over
dew-splashed limbs
an artist casting on color–
knitting the sunrise soil with
shadows and shine
and i–i sit and watch–
lift my face to the treetops
hoping any loose tails of radiance
paint my cheeks with
a lyric of hope
Perhaps you’ll discover a poem as you pause beneath a tree today. Or while wandering the cereal aisle. Or driving home from work.
Poems discovered on everyday journeys offer us a kind of hope-drenched resistance: resistance to the noise, to despair, to the powers that try to strip away kindness and joy.
I’d love to hear what’s stirring in your creative or spiritual life these days. Who knows–maybe our shared creative meanderings can become a chorus or canvas of hope in a broken and hurting world. Don’t worry if what you are creating is unfinished. Creations are always becoming. At least, I know mine are.
Who knows—maybe a poem will find you today, too. Mine found me this morning. If that happens, I hope you’ll share! Just add your voice in the “leave a comment” section. I’m listening.
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