Poetry Breathes in Each Season

Emily Dickinson writes “September’s Baccalaureate / A combination is / Of Crickets – Crows – and Retrospects / That makes the Heart put up its Fun / And turn Philosopher.” There’s something familiar about the seasonal mood Dickinson depicts of her time. Perhaps, it’s the strong seasonal urge to create, I always experience in autumn.

With the winding down of the year, I welcome the invitation to turn inwards. But this time not to split myself open and write about what hurts, as I usually do during autumn. Because I’ve been “opening my veins and bleeding on the page” a lot in these past recent years. The process has sucked me dry. Fortunately, I’m wrapping up that project now.

Crow on a branch

As I embrace the slower pace of the season, I’m deliberate. I flip through drafts and tip-toe (in my head) past some folders. Even though the stories burn, I stop to ponder the emotional investment I’d have to make. Because what I want to do this autumn is to create art and have fun doing so, whatever that means. Hence, there’s a subtle joy that comes with re-entering this space with this intention. And not knowing what shape or form the next abandoned creative project I pick up will take is slightly exciting.

Squirrel hoping for some nuts

There’s a quote I like (I’ve forgotten who said this) “If someone gives you a platform, take it.” However, in recent years, I haven’t been following this advice much. Because doing so feels like operating from a place of scarcity, as if there won’t be other opportunities in the future.

That’s me at an event taking a break (from talking & smiling) and doing facial exercises 🙂

This means I’m saying yes to a few invitations at this point, even though I should be entering a season of visibility to promote my upcoming poetry collection. This is not a turning down of opportunities. I’m simply not ready for the performative act “required” in some spaces to talk about one’s writing or process. This is also in keeping with my word for the year, depth.

Setting the mood to create

So, here’s to autumn! May you snuggle quietly in your joyous creative space and let poetry breathe into whatever art form you create!

Enjoy the season! <3

Of Summer Passing

Down the road from my house, the lake is a magnetic. Swimmers are thirst for water. Walkers are intent, eyes open for little joys; summer’s forget-me-nots. Toddlers and grandaddies jiggle along, with mamas and papas shining a compass in the lead. And God knows what they search for; orienteering an unromantic way of interacting with nature. Opinionated kids saying the darndest things fill the air with “whys” to their nanas’ amusement. The sun slants west, and music blasts. It’s the yet-to-be-educated leaders of tomorrow playing freshman games, planning to be wasted. That was yesterday.

This is today, the last Sunday of summer and the beginning of autumn, and my plea to you: forget the thankless suburban housekeeping, switch off the idiot box, let the hypersensitive unsocial grids rest for a change, put down all bright shiny objects, and go outside. In an effort not to detain you any further, the chat room is closed today. Go outside to fill yourself with sunshine. Go, now!


Smiling Without A Reason

Contentment is smiling without a reason.

backstory: I also understand contentment to mean creating my own world, living as my best self, sharing not only beauty but joy with others and being grateful. All this could explain why I’ve been walking around grinning like a lunatic this past week. 😀

So, please let’s hear it. What are you content about, lately?

As always, a lovely Sunday to you! <3