The fog has breathed its way back in. The moon was magnificent last night.
Recently I read something that asked if you could only bring five books with you, which five would they be.
My first "hit" was poetry, since there is so much there.
I am reminded of these words from the poem "Asphodel, The Greening Flower" by William Carlos Williams.
It is difficultSometimes I am able to live without words, just prune silence, but other times I need them to teethe on. I use them to cut and separate my brain. Then, I sit in newly opened space.
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
I am attending a conference these next three days on using words for change. It will take place at Grace Cathedral and today to begin we walk the labyrinth there and offer our desires to the wind. May this day fulfill for each of us, add feathers to our dreams.
