Trusting – We are animals. Of course humans want to feel that we’re special, above the rest of the critters running about, but deep down, we’re animals. We create art, we sing, we write, but we also hurt physically, need the comfort of sympathetic touch, crave food that satisfies us. It feels good to trust my animal body, to push it to work harder, to reward it with arugula and blue cheese, cold water, an apple.
Grateful – Sometimes a voice comes back. This week, I’m reading W.B. Yeats’s The Celtic Twilight. I’m sure I read it the first time many many years ago. My little Irish heart beats faster to the rhythm of Yeats’s words. “Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart longs for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.” Well, maybe I don’t feel like the earth is only a little dust, but I’m grateful for Yeats’s permission to seize the prey my heart longs for – those stories that yearn to unscroll beneath my pencil onto the page.
Inspired – Oh sure, the internet is a time and soul-sucking morass of ridiculousness. Except when it isn’t. Like today – on Facebook – two poems that took my breath away for different reasons. Two poems that speak to the world. Two poems that made my want to write more poems.
And yes, you do have time to go read them. Go, go now. Seize whatever prey your heart longs for.