Setting Down the Mountains of Expectations
A poem for your Wednesday
Hello, fellow traveler,
Let’s start with a breath, shall we?
I am happy to say that today is day 88 of my daily writing/sharing practice and I want to take a moment to share what this has been for me.
First, what freedom it has been to write/share no matter what! To let go of “good,” and simply write something that feels true in the moment, to not make each piece of writing precious, but to simply write the next true thing. And the next true thing…
It has also grown my trust. Even when I am sure “today” will be the day that nothing comes, even when I meet the blank page with a whole lot of exhausting thrashing, something always comes.
Each day of this writing practice has helped me get clearer about my intentions…to write not to seek approval, not to be “good,” but because this writing is a sacred, holy, freeing, deeply connecting, beautiful thing. Writing keeps me sane in the midst of the current insanity. Why would I ever keep that from myself?
I am learning that “good” has nothing over FREE.
Below is the poem I wrote today.
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Jotting from my journal. Day #88 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing
Like the Wind
I have felt what it is to set down
the mountains of expectation,
to toss out every fake
and plastic thing—
to tenderly rescue the fly
thrashing against the window, to release
it into the wind, simply because
I want to save something.
I am beginning to feel what it is
to come out of hiding,
to know that the lost is most certainly
part of the found.
Oh, fellow traveler, please—stop
the thrashing, come out of hiding, come close
so that we can't help but love
the false away—
can't help but be more like
the wind—
wild, almighty, real—
free.
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So wonderful! Julia, on May 4th, I passed the three-year mark of writing a poem a day--thanks to Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's inspiration. I'm still stunned that I manage to do this. I did write prose every day for 25 years, but somehow poems are more truthful and edgy because of their spareness. And I just got to spend a lovely workshop day with both Rosemerry and James Crews. So fun!
Yes, simple but wonderful Julia. Painting a picture of love, loss and rescue in words of wisdom. Thank you. It reminds me of Leonard Cohen’ poem
The birds they sing
At break of day
Start again I hear them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
Or what has yet to come
Ring the Bells
You still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in