Finding Your Words
The poet walks. That's what Julia says. I did not know this is what she says until I got home, from walking. Julia is right. When we walk, we find our words, we find memories we take home in our bodies. These are a few of the memories I now hold...
Giant leaves make me feel I am in the rain forest, but this is just a quiet walk in a Northeast wood.
"There's a circle!" She runs over and sits, telling me it reminds her of Stonehenge. What is it about a circle?
My Littlest has gone off and found a secret garden. It feels enchanted.
A white moth surprises me when I look again at the photo. I did not know he was there.
The green of an open field. It heals without words.
My girls know all about what a field can do. See how it animates?
The day is like seed upon seed. Who knows where it will drift in memory, and maybe someday in words?
Ward Pound Ridge Reservation photos, by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: family stories, Julia Cameron, The Right to Write
posted by L.L. Barkat at 8:40 AM
20 Comments:
The photos are amazing. I just want to embrace days like the one you describe. Planting seeds in the memory to recall later. Lovely!
L.L., this is just so beautiful! And that white flower with the moth, enchanting. What is it?
Blessings.
I get animated in fields, too, and do a lot of high-stepping -- thinking I'm better able to avoid our slithering friends that way.
Invigorating. Yes.
there are circles in several of your photos.
when i was coming back to life with Jesus again, i kept getting thoughts of people in a circle, in a field worshiping God...and church with no pews in straight rows...only circles.
i still wonder about the circle.
I do this,
know this,
and that last line . I don't know how you do that.
But it's written down in my forever now.
these are beautiful words you have found in this walking. and the memories you share with us here...I feel their rest (and frolic!)
this carried me when I needed it ..thank you ll
Perfect.
Should I be blessed to walk, this would be a healing place to go.
Here's the link to my ancient poem: http://faithfictionfriends.blogspot.com/2010/05/dionysus.html
Ancient RAP http://bit.ly/dh0n6V
rap of the ancients http://poemsprayers.blogspot.com/2010/05/time.html
A place modern, living the ancient ways, and it reminds me of home.
http://jezamama.blogspot.com/2010/05/pennsylvania-countryside.html
Wow! Springtime in God's great outdoors. Is there anything better except sharing it with someone you love?
when I was reading her chapter about a writer's date I thought what a nice idea it was. Then I read a blog about dating your husband, and spending one-on-one time with your kids, and going out by yourself for time alone, and making sure to make time for your friends, and I decided my life is ridiculous. ;)
My RAP poem is up here: http://wp.me/pSp5E-2t
Cave Story:
http://writingwithoutpaper.blogspot.com/2010/05/cave-story-poem.html
A day can be a seed. I'm planting today, for the future. :-)
really real to me
http://aspiretoleadaquietlife.blogspot.com/2010/05/really-real-to-me.html
blessings
you never know when the memories come to words, do you?
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