FIND THE LANGUAGE
Two of my favourites poets are Emily Dickinson and Maya Angelou. I discovered Emily Dickinson when I was a girl and Maya Angelou later in life. There is a certain slant of light. And still I rise!
Why am I telling you this?
I left the poetry out.
I think I felt vulnerable trying to explain how it felt in my body when I heard Maggie Wheeler's song, Walk With Me. Or maybe I felt powerful and that scared me?
But teacher and mystic James Finley says we have to try and find language to describe these things.
Maybe that's why leaving the poetry out of my last post wouldn't let me go?
Neither do they know they're walking around like rippling ponds and hidden drummers.
Amen
