On, In, and Around Mondays: The Smallest Wild Rose Will Do
I'm mixing it up, since I've already read The Artist's Way, twice.
I'm reading it a third time now, yes, for the book club, but I also got Cameron's Finding Water from the library. It gets at some of the same material from a different angle, with the coolest little shifts in language. Like this...
"Even the tiniest of Artists Dates will yield results."
I test this language, on a day when I have no date planned. It's just a small diversion, this decision to walk behind the parking lot, on a path that goes nowhere but a woodland loop (so short l I can do it in a few minutes).
Along the path? Wild roses. Diminutive, compared to the fancy roses we can buy and plant in our gardens.
But I spend time with them. Wishing I could catch the way the light is held, as if in a white cup. Holding my breath (why do I hold my breath?) as I lean in to take a shot. And then I run my fingers across the iridescent whiteness, just to take home the scent of roses on my skin. A free perfume. An alteration of my chemistry, if only for today.
"Artist Dates fill us with exuberance. We see that we are not caught by the narrow confines of life as we know it."
I am inclined to believe it, after the roses. Even though the path seems, on its surface, the same.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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