5/19/2021 - Big Magic by Liz Gilbert Do I have buried treasure within me? Sometimes I am sure that I do and other times I am not so sure. How to tap into it is always the question or how do I unearth it? I talked to my brother on the way home from the beach yesterday and he asked me how I thought about the things I write. I told him is the secret is that I don’t. When I am in the zone, I don’t think at all, I just write. It is when I think, bringing my mind into the equation, that I stumble - I freeze - I cannot seem to let the pen flow, or in typing, it is the curse of the cursor just blinking at me. It reminds me of the times in college when I would have an assignment due, people remarked on my procrastination and I’d say I’m thinking about it and when I quit thinking, that is when I will write. When it would come, that place of peace, I could be up for hours putting pen to paper or my hands typing on the keyboard. Ideas flowing freely. I would often try to create or stage that momen...
Write a poem that asks and answers a question...when I post these 30/30 or 61/61 - these are based on a challenge for National Poetry Month (April) to write a poem a day - and this is a group on Facebook. The prompt is shared early in the day (or at some point the night before). For most of these I wrote them on my notes app on my phone and then transferred them to a document on my computer later. I participated in 2019 and in 2020 - and the group decided to stretch it from 30/30 to 61/61 due to COVID and the pandemic. Does she know me? There are times she smiles But her smile doesn’t quite Reach her eyes That politeness Ingrained in her To not show hurt Or sorrow or weakness A resource at her command I take her hand She draws back but Quickly recovers and looks at me Does she see me? Those kind eyes that have Stared into mine across The kitchen table Asking about my life My hopes and dreams Over a cup of coffee And cookies Is she okay in ...
In this one you are about 20 years old. You are holding a large floppy hat, your hair is blown from the wind, you have a smile that lights up your face, it is summer, but not in the middle of summer, as the grass hasn’t started browning from days of relentless heat. You are wearing shorts and a long sleeved shirt, so I am pretty sure you have just come from the field. There is a dog standing beside you and the large tree that holds the rope swing is so small. You can just make out the entrace to the root cellar/tornado shelter behind you and then in the background you can make out the larger barn and the smaller sheds - everything is painted in the brighter blue. I often wonder who took the photograph. I am guessing it was grandpa - he was always the photographer. I also am curious if you are pregnant with mom in the picture or not - but your face is not lined with the ups and downs of life with its hardship, grief, adventure, pain, happiness, l...
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