Photo by Bill Fulton |
In 2009, at the temple of Wat Xieng Thong in Laos, I wrote
Tiered roof
like the sweeping boughs
of a great pine
Inside grace ever green
A voice whispers
"Weave the Tree of Life"
Tiered roof
like the sweeping boughs
of a great pine
Inside grace ever green
A voice whispers
"Weave the Tree of Life"
In a Luang Namtha village. my photo |
Living Crafts Weaving Center Luang Prabang Laos - Photo by Bill Fulton |
My Louët loom |
The Muse accompanied me to Africa & India. She was perfectly willing to lend her voice to the goddesses and spirits I encountered. When I returned I was Writing Writing sending out poems for publication and Writing. I became a mentor at a high school (weave what you know into a new setting) but still Writing Writing. Seeing friends and arranging events. Always an activist. Always connecting to family. But mainly? Poetry.
Write. Join a Writing Group of wonderful talented women. Collaborate with Bill - his art/my words. Present our work. Weave our families together. Write Write. Prepare a manuscript published by Fisher King Press & Read Read in public. Start writing a blog. Read Jung’s Red Book and write poems in response. Write about a friend’s art. Connect with a spiritual community. Join a Facebook community and learn an Amazing Amount.
Write. Join a Writing Group of wonderful talented women. Collaborate with Bill - his art/my words. Present our work. Weave our families together. Write Write. Prepare a manuscript published by Fisher King Press & Read Read in public. Start writing a blog. Read Jung’s Red Book and write poems in response. Write about a friend’s art. Connect with a spiritual community. Join a Facebook community and learn an Amazing Amount.
Now I plan to go to the Congress of Women for Future Generation where a weaving of women will write a Bill of Rights for our descendants. I work on a book of poems by poets who write about Change write about Now about Connection. Write my own poems for this book and the Muse becomes Gaia - Gaia becomes Muse.
Oh I know this may not be enough of an excuse. I know the voice said "Weave the Tree of Life" - but you know? I have been.
Oh I know this may not be enough of an excuse. I know the voice said "Weave the Tree of Life" - but you know? I have been.
Writers are weavers, aren't we? I don't think I'd thought of it in exactly those terms before, but you're right--that is what we do. I wonder if this is why when I'm writing I often notice exquisite webs made by orb weaver spiders outside my studio window. Perhaps the spiders are weaving encouragement! Beautiful post, my friend.
ReplyDeleteAre we sisters in spiders? When I take a break from writing, I leave my deck and walk around to the garden where the orb weavers are working. Of course - it's all weaving! Hadn't thought of that. Thanks for comment.
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