Feeling for the Light
She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly daily, mostly unedited) writing practice
Day #240 of (mostly unedited, mostly daily) writing/sharing
Feeling for the Light
I wish I had some smart thing to say, that today was one of those rare days when words spill effortlessly. But, instead, I sit here at the kitchen table and sigh and sigh again. Instead of writing, I watch the dog chase the cat, stare out the window at nothing, type and delete, type and delete. Today is one of those days when it feels like there is less air in the room, and I don't know where the truth is buried. This isn't meant to be a poem, just me feeling for the light. But, it just now occurred to me that maybe, instead, I'll ask you if you will come sit here in the dark with me.
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Dearest Julia.
Thank you for these words creeping out from an uncomfortable place. But I'm thankful more for the invitation to nest with you in the dark even from so far away. Your words are always a treasure and help me be alive.
My heart was gladdened just now in a Map of Love Sangha breakout room where two men were sharing the joy they are having in two year old grand children growing up in multilingual families. They are bubbling over with the joy of living and burbling in a mixture of languages, both thier own made up words jumbled with new ones they are learning.
Awaking to the beauty of joy around me is a source of happiness and thankfulness. And your public presence is this too. I offer you a virtual but real hug.
But isn't that precisely what every poem is? --- a groping, straining, reaching toward the light?
Be it ever so dark around us, poets (you notably among them!) offer us at least the promise of light, as small but as certain as a distant star; and for that, I am abidingly grateful.