Intention
Posted on | April 25, 2007 | 6 Comments
Time to return to the things that matter. To wake up bumble-headed and still trialing the wild ponies of dreams, pour tea, and write. To show up, because this is what I want to do with my life. Even when showing up means having a staring contest with the page, while the birds sing jubulently outside; and dawn spreads across the gravel and the new buds and the eaves. I’m determined, because I have to be, because this is what I’ve chosen. Some days I come away with nothing. Other days, a few sentences, like a pocket full of sea glass shards. Or poems, that tumble from nowhere before I’m even awake.
Two versions of Worship:
I kneel down at the arbor of another day
kissing the small pebbles of wonder that press into my knees,
the palms of my hands, the soles of my feet
I gather the petals that have drifted earthwards
from the quivering globes of roses,
and press them to my heart
April 24
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my heart is like a music box; many
pronged tin cylinder, twirling
making steady, frail music rise
joining the windstorm of my soul
where the notes are torn and the song
becomes wild and tumultuous
and I feel very small.
April 25
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I am Christina Rosalie
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I am a multimedia storyteller, digital strategist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, MFA graduate student, and mama of boys. My first book,
will be published by SKIRT! Books in September, 2012.
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April 26th, 2007 @ 6:35 am
The first poem is like the quiver of a leaf, the second like the wind shaking a tree. Beautiful!
April 26th, 2007 @ 11:18 am
Yes!!!
April 26th, 2007 @ 8:30 pm
“Time to return to the things that matter”…hmmm…that line really struck me. I don’t know that I WANT to return, and I’m torn between the things that matter where I return and the things that matter where I’ve left.
April 26th, 2007 @ 11:18 pm
Thanks for the words about showing up. My intention is writing as well, though I’m not as lyrical a one as you. I, too, stare at blank page and screen. It’s part of the job, and the path toward joy.
Your blog is a joy to read.
April 27th, 2007 @ 11:19 am
My experience as a writer is, I think, like yours: showing up at the page is really the only thing that matters. In fact, I’d say that in my case there is a direct and logarithmic relationship between the time I spend with my ass in the chair and the quantity (and quality) of my writing: the bored-er I get, the better-er I write.
April 27th, 2007 @ 12:00 pm
I have been away from the computer for about a week because of my little one’s birthday, which coincided with the dreaded molars coming in. I am so happy you had such a lovely time away and are now able to enjoy a week off … to enjoy your boys and your writing … and to share your beautiful pictures and words with us. I love that first poem – I don’t know how to explain it, but it is so visual.