Venture
Pennies roll, the dice is stacked.
~Margaret O‘Brien
Dear Margaret,
So much has happened since I signed up for The Creative’s Workshop in February, 2020.
No matter how bright I shine a flashlight around my memory bank, I cannot find our first interaction. What brought us together? Was it our mutual friend Arlette who hosted a poetry corner?
No matter.
There is so much I DO remember.
Like a fire-walker taking her first tentative step, I asked to lead a group within the workshop. When I received the go ahead, I sent out an invitation and you accepted the call. Our group of seven has been meeting on Friday mornings ever since. We are like a grafted tree that bears many kinds of fruit — abundant magical math.
Once, you read to our group from a book titled Bring Me the Rhinoceros by John Tarrant. The passage piqued my curiosity, and led me to purchase his collection of koans. Each riddle has had a profound impact on how I see, and dance, with reality.
Another day, you read a poem you’d written about colors bleeding from Mr. McFee. Is Mr. McFee the right name? You shared a photo of your poem displayed on a banner, hanging from a light pole. (If so inclined, I’d love it if you would share your poem in the comments below. ❤️)
You model compassionate care and community building through your efforts with the Poetry Plus Writers’ Collective. That is just one, among many, ways that you work to empower people. You see and hear with heart whose beat I want to mimic.
You make me want to be a better person.
Thank you for adding your voice to Flourishing Fictions.
Gratitude and Love,
Gail
Thank you so much Gail, what an honour to contribute to FF. Here is the poem you remember 🥰 xx
MR. MCNAMEE, THE POET
Mr. McNamee, the poet,
took the flowers and
threaded the stems
through his veins,
then wore their heads
inside his heart,
and perfumed his breath
with their petals.
Their colours bled
through his skin
and startled the world.
Margaret O’Brien
I was so #Inspired by this post that I immediately shared it with the #WritingCommunity on #Twitter
One of my drivers is this beautiful word below.
Also, Shoshin and Ukiyo. Together they combine to create SUM. My three words for 2022.
Muditā means joy; especially sympathetic or vicarious joy, or the pleasure that comes from delighting in other people's well-being.
The traditional paradigmatic example of this mind-state is the attitude of a parent observing a growing child's accomplishments and successes.
I see Typist as a growing child… Paintist too! And, I haven’t even mentioned the “Girls” yet, although in truth, I guess I just did… 😉
In Gratitude…