Two or three days of quietude, plus the reading of some poetry, stir me to compose drafts. It happened this past weekend for the first time in many months. I drafted 5 poems.
Per the book The Artist’s Way, I try to think of myself as a channel. Not a channel for poetry, but a channel for first drafts.
It’s the quiet and getting centered in it. It’s shutting off the ringer on the phone. It’s sleeping late enough to heal lingering tiredness, and poaching salmon and laying off the chocolate chips (straight from the bag). In short, it’s treating myself like someone whose well-being matters. It’s telling myself, when assailed by painful thoughts and distractions: “Be Kind To Your Mind.”
On second thought, I might have to credit the digital changeover on June 12, because my TV hasn’t worked since.
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Well God bless HDTV. The world will be a better place with more of your poems.
ReplyDeleteSo what's wrong with chocolate chips out of the bag?
Finally, your blog updates now from my page! For the last year or so it's said you posted a year ago or later.