Here I am…
Sharing my work from poetry class,
but first!..a quick story.
The first time I tasted Mongolian beef and Asian lettuce wraps at P.F. Changs, I was smitten. I dreamed about their savory deliciousness and longed to visit the restaurant…again and again.
I found knock-off recipes.
The first time I made the dishes,
their ingredient lists,
chopping,
and multi-level steps
were intimidating!
My leap was well worth the effort.
I grew….and now making the dishes is familiar…easy.
I’m finding the same with The Creative’s Workshop.
Our first Zoom call, gathering a group, reading poetry…each reminded me of that time my parents left five-year-old me alone at Sunday school, tears running down my cheeks and splattering the wooden pew—so scary!
In two months time, I find I’m happily skipping around TCW’s virtual campus.
When was your last leap?
How did it feel?
When/where will you leap next?
The climb from dread to anticipation
looks mighty steep indeed
I’ve found when I start walking
I trip over what I need
A journey with generous travelers
turns fear upon its head
What TCW gives me
is lots of joy instead
The first connect
felt like a leap
But once I jumped I found
Fields of flowers I could reap
Sprout from fertile ground
Good for you, Gail! I enjoyed your poem. For me, this whole writing thing is leapfrog - one leap after another. Creating a website, sending out blogs, posting to Medium, submitting essays, writing a query letter, sending queries to agents... Next up - sooner than later, I hope - signing an agent contract!