Not giving up
A freshly envisioned room of your own sounds essential right now - especially one surrounded by other creative souls!
Your words and the poems you shared reminded me of this one:
My friend Yeshi
One of the finest
Midwives
Anywhere
Spent a whole
Season
Toward
The middle
Of her life
Wondering
What to do
With herself
I could not
Understand
Or even
Believe
Her quandry
Now
Thank goodness
She is over it
Women come to her
Full
Babies drop
To her
Hand.
It is all
Just the way
It is.
Sometimes
Life siezes
Up
Nothing stirs
Nothing flows
We think:
Climbing
This rough
Tree
&
All this time,
The rope looped
Over
A rotten
branch!
Why did I choose
This path
Anyway?
Nothing at
The end
But sheer cliff
& rock filled
sea.
We do not know
Have no clue
What more
Might come.
It is the same
Though
With Earth:
Every day
She makes
All she can
She knows it is all
She can possibly
Do.
And then, empty, the only
Time she is flat, She thinks: I am
Used up. It is winter all the time
Now. Nothing much to do
But self destruct.
But then,
In the night, in
The darkness
We love so much
She lies down
Like the rest of us,
To sleep
& angels come
As they do
To us
& give her
Fresh dreams
(They are really always the old
ones, blooming further.)
She rises, rolls over, gives
herself a couple of
new kinds of grain, a
few dozen unusual
flowers, a playful spin
on the spider's web.
Who knows
Where the newness
to old life
Comes from?
Suddenly
It appears.
Babies are caught by
hands they assumed
were always waiting.
Ink streaks
From the
Pen
Left dusty
On
The shelf.
This is the true wine of
astonishment:
We are not
When we think
We Are.
-Alice Walker
This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with me. I can't believe I haven't read it before!
I love that you included that Ada Limon poem! Congratulations on a room of your own, finally. You deserve it, my friend. x
Spring is here baby. Can’t wait to hug your green shoots 🫂
Thank you, Lindsay, for sharing your words and your artistry. Cheering you on! ❤️
A freshly envisioned room of your own sounds essential right now - especially one surrounded by other creative souls!
Your words and the poems you shared reminded me of this one:
My friend Yeshi
One of the finest
Midwives
Anywhere
Spent a whole
Season
Toward
The middle
Of her life
Wondering
What to do
With herself
I could not
Understand
Or even
Believe
Her quandry
Now
Thank goodness
She is over it
Women come to her
Full
Babies drop
To her
Hand.
It is all
Just the way
It is.
Sometimes
Life siezes
Up
Nothing stirs
Nothing flows
We think:
Climbing
This rough
Tree
&
All this time,
The rope looped
Over
A rotten
branch!
We think:
Why did I choose
This path
Anyway?
Nothing at
The end
But sheer cliff
& rock filled
sea.
We do not know
Have no clue
What more
Might come.
It is the same
Though
With Earth:
Every day
She makes
All she can
It is all
She knows it is all
She can possibly
Do.
And then, empty, the only
Time she is flat, She thinks: I am
Used up. It is winter all the time
Now. Nothing much to do
But self destruct.
But then,
In the night, in
The darkness
We love so much
She lies down
Like the rest of us,
To sleep
& angels come
As they do
To us
& give her
Fresh dreams
(They are really always the old
ones, blooming further.)
She rises, rolls over, gives
herself a couple of
new kinds of grain, a
few dozen unusual
flowers, a playful spin
on the spider's web.
Who knows
Where the newness
to old life
Comes from?
Suddenly
It appears.
Babies are caught by
hands they assumed
were always waiting.
Ink streaks
From the
Pen
Left dusty
On
The shelf.
This is the true wine of
astonishment:
We are not
Over
When we think
We Are.
-Alice Walker
This is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing it with me. I can't believe I haven't read it before!
I love that you included that Ada Limon poem! Congratulations on a room of your own, finally. You deserve it, my friend. x
Spring is here baby. Can’t wait to hug your green shoots 🫂
Thank you, Lindsay, for sharing your words and your artistry. Cheering you on! ❤️