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?

Because I have a confession to make about my last post.

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?

Thankfully I had handwritten how it made me feel in my journal:  I felt the song drop into my body like a pebble dropping in a pond... rippling out and filling me at the same time.  I grinned.  I smiled.  My knees became drums.
 
It was wonderful!
 
Thomas Merton wrote something like, "People don't know they are walking around shining like suns".

Neither do they know they're walking around like rippling ponds and hidden drummers.

Amen


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