Thank you for your lovely and encouraging comments over the past few weeks as I’ve been struggling to find my way back.
I have been feeling like this:
When I have wanted to feel like this:
And even though I’m not yet entirely to that place of balance and creative energy that I’ve been hoping for, I am finding new energy and creative interest in small projects again. Slowly, slowly, step after step. Thank you for your generosity and grace in responding to me.
What I’m working on now
I have still been doing a poem effort almost every day, along with exercises from The Artist’s Way creative recovery book. And a little more writing here and there. Here is a poem I wrote last week:
Poem of Invitation
It is not far to my place
you can come after lunch
bring along the cat and all of the dogs
the turtles in their shells
The sun rises late tomorrow
and the feet play their games
Just come when you can
The table is set the cutlery is out
there will be butter on the table
next to the soft rolls
and the hot muffins.
Would there ever be another like you?
I don’t think so.
And the fog will descend around us
the cats will stalk back one by one
the dogs fall asleep on the front porch
the turtles, the turtles, the turtles
will bring in their bubbled heads
the soft rolls will be cut
and smeared with butter
and eaten – whole –
because they are so good.
And you will tell me a story
after the one I tell you.