So we have decided to continue blogging on wordpress, mainly because I didn’t want to leave the database here. I think it’s so great to be able to scroll through topics and talk with other writers, moms, and business owners. I just wanted to say hello to all my followers & fellow bloggers out there. I’ve been busy on a new line of products & so haven’t written in awhile, but I’m back at the keyboard.
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This is a great post to read for anyone else up at 1 am, working on ANOTHER edit to that poem or obsessing if the newest piece of dialog in their story really sounds like what their character would say or laying in bed day dreaming a new perfume recipe (or whatever else we find ourselves doing)…Following the inspired train of thought I’d like to share a quote I particularly love (sorry though I do not know the source, got it second-hand),”If you want to know where your heart is, look where your mind goes when it wanders.”
But the living poets express a feeling that is actually being made and torn out of us at the moment. One does not recognize it in the first place; often for some reason one fears it; one watches it with keenness and compares it jealously and suspiciously with the old feeling that one knew. –Virginia Wolf, A Room of One’s Own
I was leafing through this book again today & stumbled upon that wonderful description of modern poetry, still true today of course. In the passage itself she’s talking about a comparison of greatness between modern poets the old greats like Tennyson & Christina Rossetti. But she takes this new argument as to why the classics were abd are more revered, it’s not about the culture as I’d think, as most would. It’s about the feeling. The old greats write of the classic emotions in a classic way, it’s comfortable. It’s evocative, yes, it’s wrenching, yes, and it makes you feel. But it makes you feel what you like, what you already know. Modern poetry is written to dissolve that. As a poet myself I can say my goal when I conider or edit a poem is to say how I feel and say it in a new way.
I strive to write to be a catalyst to a new faction of emotion, to push thought to a new border of the mind. I’m grateful for the greats who taught us how to do it right, but now I’ll write my way, because you have to learn the rules to break them right?
I look forward to sharing some poetry with you as I continue working on a line of cards inscribed with short poems & art. Cards will be available free with purchase of any Daughter of the Moon product you deem a ‘gift’ for someone. Cards will also be sold separately in complete packs for those interested in a set. I’ll be posting pictures in the coming weeks so check back soon!
For me, meditation allows me answers, peace, & acceptance of the change that sometime seems unyielding. This is a great post (which I read like a poem) on the process of meditation, this quote sums it up for me: “Meditation has taught me to measure release, and accept my fate. I am my pen, for existence has the magic to pause itself in moments of stillness and grasp you, the single evidence.” Evidence of what? Of itself? I love the open ending. This too is meditation for me, when I listen I hear the answers I need, for what I’m seeking to resolve, but they’re never concrete, they change as circumstance does, as I do, as the wind changes through the tree I’m rooted in, a moment passes & when it does so the world has changed again.
Every time you don’t follow your inner guidance, you feel a loss of energy, loss of power, a sense of spiritual deadness.
My spirit is directly associated with my consciousness. This quote from Shakti Gawain above talks about that feeling of disappointing yourself, or acting against your better judgement.
When I do something against my better judgement or morality, ignoring my conscious, I can feel my spirit quiver. It becomes disturbed, uncomfortable. And as cold bodies shiver in order to create body heat, so my spirit shivers. As it shakes, so it loses shards of itself- like small icicles falling off of tree branches when the wind sets in between the frosted cedars. And so I loose a little of myself each time my spirit shakes, each time telling me: something’s wrong. Should I choose to listen, I’d hear it say: stop, think about it in its entirety before you act.