I draw a closed square around my worries so that they're boxed in. So I can contain them. So I see them in perspective, as scribbles in scrawled ink, less than two inches wide.
poetry
Psalm 30:2
It takes some strain to bow to humility to ask for Help means: I've really reached my end. So when I ask, know I'm Desperate: I've run out of time, excuses, plans. I called to you - Oh God! I called. I asked for help with: All the pomp & circumstance of a General in … Continue reading Psalm 30:2
attend to life
Each minute doesn't have to count but it has to matter Each waking eye Each phase of the moon Each dawn and rain it's bound to come again but never with just the same flourish or shape or pattern. It doesn't have to count but it must be acknowledged Each hair brushed just so, each … Continue reading attend to life
weekly review
This week felt a little off, sort of like Marie Cardouat's surrealist artwork in the game, Dixit (more on that later). Either my positive attitude or my energy level - or both - tend to run in a cyclical pattern: one week on, one week off. I had such a satisfying week before last that … Continue reading weekly review
See! I am doing a new thing
The planting is hard but the Sprouting it hurts. Imagine! Writhing Up against nature's grounding force through mildewing grime Would you - human - with free will, with choice ever push? Eat dirt, awaken? The mums are stronger It wasn't their choice It's nature Look! If it's light and dew you want you already have … Continue reading See! I am doing a new thing
a poem for Advent
Light of Christ She held it cupped in her wrinkled palms, across her lifeline, it burned And fragmented and grew. She peered in, squinting hard, Hands to nose Stars igniting in her eyes. She clenched it then, tightly Pushed it away with the force of her now elongated arm, like a sigh, or fainting, or … Continue reading a poem for Advent
3 months in C-ville
October felt almost normal. Daniel and I in our Halloween costumes This month I (and sometimes Daniel): enthusiastically attended my ballet classes worked, one latte at a time, through growing crowds at the coffee shop grieved (however briefly) over the loss of our mouse, Chantico, and bought a new mouse, Hecate. suffered through an art … Continue reading 3 months in C-ville
meditation on fear
Observe the browning leaves: do they worry as they die, and fall and fall to graying earth? Do they fight and struggle and scratch against the muscled fingers of gravity? No. They willingly go to decay, to shrink, to crunch under foot and Not return. They green in strong winds and spackled springtime light alike. … Continue reading meditation on fear
Leah Wise 