favorite quotes

“I define connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgement; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.”  ~Brené Brown from The Gifts of Imperfection

“Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do” Annie Dillard

“Women catch courage from the women whose lives and writings they read,
and women call the bearer of that courage, friend.”

– Carolyn Heilbrun, The Last Gift of Time: Life beyond Sixty

For things to happen …you must write
– G. Lynn Nelson

You do not become good by trying to be good but by finding the goodness already within and allowing it to emerge; which can only happen if a fundamental shift occurs in your state of consciousness.
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to your Life’s Purpose

 

“It’s not what you produce as you write that matters.
It’s who you become as you write that matters.
Louise deSalvo, Writing as a Way of Healing

 

Nature invites us to discover connection. This is the same invitation of poem-making: . . . these connections become catalysts for insight. . . As we write, these interwoven elements help us to discover more . . . about how our life is ultimately connected to everything around us. Sound, imagery, rhythm, metaphor, personification are all ways to express natural connections. –  John Fox, Poetic Medicine

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portrait of a morning

credit – jim hester

Although today is sunny, bright and breezy – even coolish with essentially no humidity – I am sharing a poem written yesterday during the Poetry Marathon. As you’ll see from the certificate, I signed up for and duly completed the Half Marathon. Twelve poems in 12 hours. I think the 24-hour version must be utterly grueling, because I’ll admit, there were hours (a new prompt is posted every hour on the hour and you create/post your response within that hour) – well, two or three – when I didn’t feel tired so much as devoid of words. And yet, there are 12 entries on my page!

The prompt for this poem was to write a four-stanza poem, using a line from the first in each of the others. For starters, it was great fun to see how people interpreted this prompt differently. As for my own experience, I loved the challenge of the structure to bring the poem full circle – and have it make sense!

The slow drizzle of gray-turned-rain
laps gently on the canvas covered deck
tapping its own rhythm to the quiet continuo
of Corinthian chimes muting the wind

the slow drizzle of gray-turned-rain
sliding off branch and rail, soaking
the thirsty ground as yellow finches
and the occasional hummer in search of food

lap gently on the canvas covered deck,
the day’s rhythms of hunger and its filing
marking the passage of hours, staging
the shape of a day. Downhill the new house rises

tapping its own rhythm to the quiet continuo
of our life here, its shape and pace
undisturbed by change, though
change unfolds all around us.

swb

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