What I Am Working On, Still

When You Speak

Poetry Calls

And I tell myself…we can do this but man oh man is it hard and now I know why I write. There is comfort behind these words. And it is frightening and vulnerable out in front of the shield they provide, the comfort they give.

And I wanted it to be imperfect and man is it.

But I wanted there to be a heartbeat and a breathing, living pulse put to the words from my heart.

You may not hear it but they both are there.

Grace and Peace to you. Thanks for large measures of grace for “What I Am Working On, Still.”

The words bring peace and solace and more, they are a calling. My family needs me now. To fix dinner and make things neat and clean and orderly. They need me to be and love and embrace and nurture.

And I am working on loving them, raising them, guiding them and mothering them, still. 

{The Patient One made me the beautiful fire in the fireplace before he left to do what The Patient One does.}

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What I Am Working On

When that word showed up on my doorstep that day, I embraced it and said it was mine. At least for the year.

And there are many different mediums and forms and formats. Suddenly being flat and one dimensional as a writer and as a struggling poet has reached a restless place.

I cried out to a fellow blogger and shared with her my heart’s desire to produce my first video blog post (VLOG) and she spoke back.

A community is a living breathing being. And we are in community together. She reached out to me and said “I can help you.”

At the simplest level of our humanness is that desire to be heard and cared for. For a cry to have a response.

And as an artist and writer we may need to have someone come alongside as a fellow writer and say, I can help you with your craft. To develop it in a way you are dreaming about. Hoping for.

I am flat, with an avatar and only written words to the readers of my blog. I have a longing to put my voice and my clumsy hand gestures and my southern accent to my poetry. I want to be a  “three D” me, if only once. Or maybe even more than once.

So this is what I am working on. A short little vlog post with my voice quivering and my poetry shaky wobbly on my lips. My accent revealing a bit of where I am from and my heart coming through in my word choices.

This is me now, in a flat screen back lit world. But this lover of words longs to give them a different vehicle. And send them off riding into the arms of her readers.

So I am off to work on my project and to pick a poem to read.

Have I told you lately how you bless me?

May you be encouraged today in all that you are lead to do, in work, in love, in relationships, and in service.

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(Photo courtesy of Laura Hutto, Shades of Gray Photography