Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Reflections on a Challenge Met...With Gratitude...

Year 3
A year
devoid of ideas
and empty of words.
Things I have discovered
on this tenacious path…

Poetry soothes and
allows me to express
in a way that Essay,
so natural to me,
does not.
I want to learn more.

When there is a story,
there is most likely—
a back-story.
Or a story within a
story
to infer
to understand.
It is here that wisdom
waits.

Word play is one of my “funs”
I enjoy finding the right word—
Playing with words.
Finding the nuance.
Manipulating.
Concentrating.
Contemplating,
to choose the just right
one.

Writing within a community
brings wisdom,
laughter
poignancy and
friendship.
Connecting with words
across Ether-net
and miles between.
We join for
a cup of coffee
and share
a smile,
a tear.

Words become
with writerly practice.
Dormant
to bud
to bloom.
Writing…one word by one
We become.
I become.




Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.

Monday, March 30, 2015

To Vision into Now

At the beginning of this challenge I facilitated a retreat on self-care.  Sometimes when you facilitate something for others, you may need that same experience—with even more intensity.  It, with this challenge, offered an opening to me.   My word for the year is “spaciousness.”  I thought I would write about it this month.  Instead, through writing and retreat, I created it.  Or it created me.

One thing that I did on that retreat is I developed my first vision board.  Yesterday, I visited a co-blogger’s site, Between the By-Road and the Main Road, and she shared her “bucket list” poem.  My poem is my “vision into now” list.  It was born on my board, written across the pages with this challenge and lives in my heart.



A vision into my now—
Spaciousness
to be where I am,
to lighten my load
with some time for me.

My hut space to
illuminate  
mindfully.
Creative expression
and
spiritual writing
emerge from my path
to the page.
Where I am.

My space to
dance,
eat for nourishment,
paint,
swim,
write
chill out
and be.
Where I am.

Spaciousness
with splashes of color
hues of violet, green
indigo and maize,
laced with flowers
and rippled water…
all create a space
where I am.
I dive right in.




Thank you to Two Writing Teachers for dedicating space and time for teachers and teachers of literacy to come together to share ideas, practice and life experience.