Just a quick post today as I am rushing about like a headless chook. A funny thing happened about half an hour ago and I just wanted to share it with you.
I got up at 6 and feeling tired, wondered if I might skip the poetry group I am planning to go to today. I have been trying to get to this group for 6 months with a multitude of reasons stopping me each time. Was today any different?
Realising I was probably just tired and making excuses this time, I got up and have been getting organised to go. Printed out my poems to take with me and then simply posted this into my Facebook page:
Then the strangest thing happened. Seconds after I pressed ‘publish’, I got excited. Like, super excited. Like my skin is dancing excited. Like I have bubbles in my tummy, legs and arms and am having trouble sitting still excited.
I suppose there is a really good sense here that I am not only pushing through a perceived block to going to this group, but that I am really meant to be there.
I am a pretty excitable person most of the time, but I am talking about this today because the experience of moving from ‘pushing through my doubts’ to feeling ready to take on the world has been so tangible.
Dr Caroline Leaf talks about being able to switch on your brain: actually being able to make decisions that literally change not only your brain chemistry, but how you feel emotionally.
I think maybe, I just flicked the switch 🙂
Have a wonderful day. Even if it’s a quiet one. Chose it. Flick the switch.
Be a blessing,
p.s. If you’re at all interested, here is one of the pieces I am sharing with the group today. Please feel free to share your thoughts too. The more perspective I can gain from readers, the better I will write for you 🙂
Deeper, deeper are the wells,
Digging ’till no light to fell;
Darkness only, bar the spell
Of whispering waters that do tell:
Of places journeyed beyond the dirt,
Places now to to be unearthed,
Wellsprings of water-life to bring
Into the dryness of my springs.
So digging deep with no respite
Until I feel the waters rise,
Then swelling upward to the light
Exploding fully ‘cross my plight.
Unearthing treasures found withal
The reasoning of my mind and soul.
Time now to let the waters flow…
To soak the river beds and sow
Into my heart truths yet untold,
And watch these secrets now unfold.
(c) 2010 Miriam E. Miles
So here is the lesson I have learned from today’s first poetry group session.
What would I write if I only had access to one single piece of paper? What words would remain?
My peoms were shredded. And rightly so in fact. I have a lot to learn and I know my instincts are good. But as we all know, I lean toward being verbose.
I don’t intend to alter who I am or even how I express my views. These are unique identifiers of my personality and my work.
But I do intend to take a sledge hammer to some of my work. I want to say what’s important and the best part about today is that I realised my core messages are not necessarily coming through clearly and even being misinterpreted. This won’t do.
Time to work 🙂