Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Day 30: Then This is my last word. My last poem, at the end of this 30 days of pushing something out. Around about the middle it felt like I would never keep finding inspiration. I felt that I would find some words that were absolute duds. Or that my brain would just become blank. But, surprisingly, with a little faith in myself and what kind of creative power I have, it's all there. All I need. And I can ask for it, anytime. So, taken from Argyll Folk Tales by Bob Pegg, from page 45 about the hero Finn McCool, I bring you such a small everyday word that really stitches together all of our lives. And all of our stories. And then... This word bookmarks the Past; slides an old envelope between the pages of your history, that much read book with dog-eared pages. It can be a flash of sweetness on your tongue as you recall a ray of sunshine from your childhood. It can be a closed door on a memory of pain a promise of Never Again It becomes a transit...

Sometimes all we can do is put one foot in front of the other when the world shifts. Just keep walking. In another blog I kept I talked about my experience  getting ready for a long multi month trip in Europe with a boyfriend at the time. The plan was quit our jobs, travel around 6 months, and then move somewhere together or come back and start a new life. Together, it was implied. What ended up happening is another story, for another time. One I am sure to tell here, within the electronic pages of this ephemeral book.  Being now on the other side of it, it seems like a dream. Some parts of my life are exactly the same as before I left, and some parts...well, I've said goodbye to them. But writing, ah, I see you on the horizon and I'm taking steps towards you again! One word in front of the next. So here I am, another project. 30 days, each day a different new poem. Taken from random places of inspiration. I'm looking forward to the ride, and I hope you...