Sunday, May 16, 2010
Day 26: Forcing yourself never works
Trying to pen exactly 1 poem for each day, I got stuck. frustrated. But then an internal window flew open: oh yeah, I'd said "40 poems in 40 days." The memory of choice blew in. Said "Follow your rhythm. Maybe none today, maybe three tomorrow." Ah, yes, Freedom. Joy. Celebration in the lightness of the holding.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Day 25: Permission to take a break
I'm breathing tonight, taking a break and in the permission to take a break, I'm posting. Interesting conundrum... ah, life, we take it in and we let it out. our hopes, our tears, our joys, our fears, all entwined, all divine...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Day 24: The stronger my attachment to my creations
the more rigid the edges, the less fluid the substance, the more cloudy the core.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Day 23: The walls we encounter are quite often of our own making
no doubt useful in our past, it is good, now, to listen to their stories, and help them to change form, so that they can herald creation rather than protect vulnerability.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Day 22: There is joy in letting go
At first I had to shut my eyes when I clicked Share after posting a poem. Soon, I felt a release of tension, a lilt of joy after I'd composed and then released them to be read...or not read. To be commented on...or not. Ever feel anything like this in your world?
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Day 21: Relying on "help" can really be a block to creativity
So often during the writing of the poetry blog I kept thinking I needed someone to "give me feedback" or "help me" to write better. And thinking that only made the writing get stuck. When I let go of that, and just sank into the writing, words flowed. Does that ever happen to you? That you get stuck when you're courting "feedback?"
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Day 20: It helps to have visitors
So before my blog, I wrote poetry in isolation. Worked and reworked and tried to perfect my words before I showed them to anyone. Knowing people would visit my poems on my blog helped me keep going. For me, creating with the knowledge that others were cheering me on, or at least stopping by my poem pages, was a real gift. Curious how that is for others when you do something creative. Different from a show or a recital, I'm speaking here more about a sense of the presence of supportive others in the "forming of" rather than showing a finished project.
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