Good morning, good morning, writers.
Today I am hectic and rushing around. I want to give you something thoughtful and deep, but the puppy is calling for my attention, and the more I try to type, the more she bumps my elbow trying to get me to get up and take her out into the rain and play ball. So what I have for this second day of WriOursWhoMo is a poem and a prompt:
May we reveal our abundance without shame.
may we peel back our sleeping wintry layers…
like snakeskins, like the silk chrysalis,
like clothing cast off during love.
May we unravel with abandon like lover’s knots
before knitting ourselves back to the heart.
May we settle into our own rhythms as tides do—
within the borders of the moon’s calling.
May the music of our souls
be accompanied by grand gestures
and the persistent clapping of hummingbirds wings.
May the milky fingers of the moon
reach down nightly to cherish and unveil us.
May we turn our bodies generously in its light
like tranquil fish glinting underwater,
like precious stones.
When we open our mouths to sing
may the seasons pause in their long journey
to listen and applaud.
(From Claiming the Spirit Within: A Sourcebook of Women’s Poetry, edited by Marilyn Sewell.)
What abundance in your or in your character is ready to be revealed? What prayers do you or your characters whisper in the dark, or in the light, if any? What would it look like to settle into your own rhythms?
(Set the timers for 10 minutes, open your notebooks, let the words flow out without editing or censorship. Thank you for those good good words today.)