Friday, November 30, 2007

Draft-y Weather

I spent the better part of my lunch period today hunched over a poetic map covered in circles, arrows, crossouts, and words that were only able to be interpreted by the one driving the pencil. No GPS could have helped me arrive at my destination any sooner, nor could any computerized print out have allowed for the creative detouring I did. Those on the road beside me heard me muttering options to myself and bore witness to the erratic steering that came from trying to simultaneously eat and follow the map I had made.

Thing is, though, I am happy with where I ended up and am not too sure I would alter the process one whit. There might be a more direct route, but for me, there is something to be said for being intimately involved with the necessary tools. I want to touch my words and be able to rearrange the path I travel if something attracts me around a surprise bend.

In a way, this is the way I want to live as well as write. Connected to what is real--including the imagination. Not afraid to explore. Not afraid of the journey. Open to editing when my actions need revision, all with the bigger picture in mind.

With the temperature dropping, the smell of pine beginning to fill street corners as tree sellers set up their wintery wares, and the large candle wreath appearing at church, I can't help but connect this to Advent...a time of following the light where it may lead. Who ever could have known?

Advent II 2007

It Has Begun

It could be wishful imagining,
fanciful thoughts to warm my mind
while on this cosmic journey.

But in a moment passing,
on a frosted edge of wind,
I thought I heard
a day’s end word
of joy go singing by.

It echoed high, from star to star,
igniting a vibrant chord
that sparked across the galaxy
and turned my breath
into shimmering moon bright cold.

Yes, it could be wishful imagining.

If indeed it is,
what prismatic illusions
are brought about
when alone, awake, and dreaming!

But oh if it is not,
what an evening,
what a walk,
what a wholly wondrous time
I have begun.

5 comments:

Donald said...

"...this is the way I want to live as well as write. Connected to what is real--including the imagination. Not afraid to explore. Not afraid of the journey. Open to editing when my actions need revision, all with the bigger picture in mind."

Dear friend, I read in awe. What you wrote makes me think that Advent this year can be a time of extraordinary grace and vision.

Thank you for encouraging those of us who find ourselves explorers this holy season, watching the faces of our fellow explorers as the snow descends around us.

MperiodPress said...

Donald,

I am happy to be walking with you! And stopping sometimes for that necesary warm mug full of rejuvenating conversation.

be well, stay warm...no snow yet here-- perhaps tomorrow evening!

mata kari said...
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Mata Kari said...

Like Soho Rootbeer and goldfish crackers...a taste is not enough. :) I'm already in the habit of checking your blog often, so post some more already!

Love always...

MperiodPress said...

Can it really be that we have known each other for 25 years? Yee gads...and Thank God. All at the same time. I will try to post more often!

indeed, love always...