Jane and I decided today to go back in and look at what we have written since October 27th when we began. Each day we will find a day where we matched, and write what we think we ourselves were saying and what we think the other was saying. We have been putting this off, or I should say I have been putting it off, because I have been afraid to go back in and look, but today, felt miraculous. I am in awe at what emerged.
How many times do I need to learn this lesson? When I go into what I fear, go deeply into it, I enter a sacred, joyful place. My heart feels touched with a wand this morning. I sit in grace filled gratitude.
We began with my poem about the mole, and her wonderful poem about Jim, the tender gardener. We wound through the themes, and found new poems. We were trying in a way to translate our poems, and now, we have new ones, and it is entirely possible, that Jane and I could spend the rest of our lives on those two poems, but we move on tomorrow to look at the Still Point. We began with gardens, and then, the realization that I was the still point and Jane was in the world and moving around. What would that create? We each envied perhaps the world of the other, and somewhere in here, I think she and I have become both, and perhaps, you, too.