Inspired again by Mark Nepo (The Book of Awakening) whose reading for today was about how we were born to sing – to give voice to our feelings, and about how letting things out, like cries of fear or pain, lets new things come in.
He confirms for me that when I write poetry my heart singing. Singing all kinds of songs, not just of joy and peace and light but also of pain and fear and the lost way. Like a little miracle, sometimes the soothing inflow would come immediately upon the releasing outflow – almost like a single expression (e.g., Strong and The Me I’ve Always Been).
I recall the day I got the call confirming a cancer diagnosis and sobbing out loud in fear and anger. I didn’t realize that was a song. Indeed that act let out so many feelings and created space for new things to flow in, like hope and love and grace. Some of my poems reflect a deep hard-to-understand agony (e.g., Into the Vortex), and even though the salve doesn’t come immediately, it always comes (e.g., Invited came in the same day as Into the Vortex).
So today I am reminded to look inside, sing what I find, and sit in grace for the open space to fill.
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