in this moment {an invitation}
a backyard deep breath
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a backyard deep breath
i. love. poetry.
i took another workshop with susan wooldridge. when asked why i was there that day, i said that taking her workshop last year helped me to find another layer of my authentic voice.
yes. yes. yes.
some words i wrote on sunday:
i am a baby blue fifth chakra'd studebaker convertible
i am the fourth from the landing brown-carpeted step on garland circle
i am ignored red lips stroking your hair
i am tangerine fringe tickling the top of her silver damasked living room
i am the comma following the disappearing, webspinning secrets
i am the coocooing echo
i am clutter
i am mending
diane begins the workshops she hosts in a small one-room"house" on her property. we sat in a circle and the air seemed to crackle with all that was about to happen in a little workshop filled with words as people shared why they were here and a bit of their hopes. the sacredness of a circle of women. in this case, women i had never met until that day. i am ready to go back to diane's for a workshop as soon as i can. (you should join me.)
susan invites such a sense of safety and openness in her workshops. listening to the words of others is partly what makes the experience feel like such a sacred one. all day monday, their phrases kept running through my mind. such beauty and truth in their words. you can get to know a person you have just met by listening to their response to prompts like: "i am" "my soul says" "i know" "my mother says" "write one line about the prom"
fantastic.
i. love. poetry.
in just a bit, after i finish packing and somehow complete one more load of laundry, i will leave again. this time i am headed to artfest.
another opportunity to twirl inside friendship, joy, beauty, words, color, community.
i am blessed.
so very blessed.
today, i am sending you, yes you reading this, love, peace, and poetry.
and i invite you to go read a poem. go on. then come back here and tell me about it.
i dare you.
blessings,
liz
PS if you have sent me an email recently, sorry i have not replied. i will when i return. thanks for understanding.
Front:
The reaching, soaring Lake Michigan-grey wing of a great blue heron.
Back:
I am pirouetting in midair
I am stillness within the light
I am the harbor of spirit
I am folded into darkness
I am beyond what is known
I am strength
I am wind
I am fragile
I am unburdened
more poem notes (or maybe an early, early draft of a poem) on this thursday...
I come to the water
to breathe in
salt,
hope,
shadows
I come to the water
to remember
her laughter
I come to the water
because I fear
forgetting
everything
I come to the water
to open
a space
inside me
I come to the water
to find
pieces of the past
I come to the water
to grieve
I come to the water
to let go
I come to the water
to seize life
head on over to jillypoet's for another thursday of the traveling poetry show...