On days that I am writing, I do little else
even though I have begun my day with thoughts of things
I should do (there’s that ‘s’ word)
I don’t focus well
I don’t listen well, except to the words in my head
that to me suggest a certain magic
that I am wishing to get down before they have escaped me
(like most other things in my head seem to do)
doing little else, also includes even eating
unless sometimes the shakiness of my hands indicates
a certain
necessity
of nourishment
I barely notice
and then when I have written them down,
I resume my day, slightly disoriented…
this morning I am reading an already beautiful book
I have just started,
it is Birds Art Life by Kyo Maclear
as I read ..
at first I am thinking a little to myself, she writes like I do..
and really… the arrogance of me!!
instantly I feel the need to tuck this little thought away,
‘for my eyes only’
like a puritanical librarian, I scold myself back to reading, quietly
while inside I am nodding, high-fiving, chanting and then screaming
‘I get it, I GET THAT!!”
and such an incredible life affirming feeling
is this
connection
af-firm-a-tion
in this book, I read a quote from the great Maurice Sendak
where he says: “I wasn’t gonna paint. And I wasn’t gonna do ostentatious drawings. I wasn’t gonna have gallery pictures. I was gonna hide somewhere where nobody would find me and express myself entirely.”
this makes me smile
from the inside
out
Could I dare to walk quietly among giants
a friend who is a writer receives some less-than-kind comments
which she handles very well, but I feel for her, been there..
I never can quite understand the ‘for your own good’ kind of thinking
another writer I know calls out the ‘I love you buts..’ she receives,
and yet another addresses the non-solicited advice given in distinctive mean-spiritedness
a bite no matter how large or how small is still meant
to hurt, isn’t it?
when possibly it is the biter themselves.. who are the more feeling
of those teeth
‘tis always a danger I suppose,
when the parts of yourself you choose to express
are allowed to go wandering out into the world
entirely
on their
own
unaccompanied…
‘tis always a danger I suppose
but really it is moments like these when someone says to you
I get that,
I get it
I feel that,
I understand that,
I see that,
I
know…
it is moments, like these
that keep my heart open, always
to possibility…
connection
af
firm
a
t
i
o
n
♥
“There’s so much more to a book, than just the reading.” ~ Maurice Sendak
… and now, where was I..