Something Beautiful
Long weekend season is upon us. Holiday season, not enough time or money and slow email response season. Days are shorter and folks are melancholy. This is the time to be cautious, because the feast days sometimes lead to us forgetting what we need to do in order to feel centered and whole. We think we should feel festive, but we forget to do the things that make being truly festive possible. The sweat and the work.
I have been storing the poem below in my drafts for some weeks, and this week it seems perfect. I am feeling dreamy and satisfied and also anxious and ambitious. Different parts of my life–in some places there is enough, in others there is not. I’m writing a new thing. Well an old thing in a new way. I’m getting somewhere with it. I am moving toward the right form. There were some poems that needed to get out, and some old voices that I thought needed silencing, but actually needed to be addressed.
This sums up the act of writing/art making for me: “We are all trying to change/what we fear into something beautiful.”
What is the thing you fear? If you begin to tell it with sincere wonder, it becomes beautiful. Maybe still scary, maybe still awful, but also beautiful.
Your opening line: “If we never have enough…”
Hunger
