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This one came quickly, in a free-write during a songwriting workshop with Bernice Lewis this week, in Whitefield, NH. She had been talking about the necessity of honing one’s artistic practice, by supporting it with an ongoing spiritual practice. The key here being, practice. I’ve decided this is the winter I learn to play the guitar. And pick up the writing again, with devoted hands.
devoted. i am newly devoted
to finding out the
what and how of how to do
the now.
delighted, i am waking into
praying every morning, with my body,
with my bending over to the ground
the ground beneath my breaking open
of letting go of wallow
i am swallowing it whole
a whole new now way
to enter into day.
devoted. i am newly devoted
to finding out the
what and how of how to do
the now.
delighted, i am waking into
praying every morning, with my body,
with my bending over to the ground
the ground beneath my breaking open
of letting go of wallow
i am swallowing it whole
a whole new now way
to enter into day.
Love it! Love you!
BarbaraAnne Squier said this on October 27, 2010 at 10:03 am
So glad you’ve posted your poem, and that you were at the workshops. Here is one of my free-writes:
forgotten are the passports,
the comfortable shoes,
the toothbrush,
the conditioner to untangle her curly hair.
remembered is
the color of the light slanting on the lawn,
the sound of the glass being broken,
the sleep drenched skin of her son,
the ring on her finger,
a red bird singing on the stone wall.
eileen said this on October 27, 2010 at 11:42 am
Eileen… gorgeous…thank you for sharing…what a fun and productive two days it was…thanks for helping it come together!
~K
Katherine Ferrier said this on October 27, 2010 at 12:17 pm
Yay!
Matth-hew said this on October 27, 2010 at 4:13 pm