I saw These Five, creative and engaged, bringing out the True North in each other.
I saw them taking turns on the tightrope; the others a net below.
I saw the Roundtable of Solidarity that feeds and nourishes monthly.
I saw the Trail Brazin’ blog taking These Five to those dangerous woods, the places of discomfort and release.
I saw the Writing Marathons and Retreats, time in nature and extended conversations, wrapping a ribbon around their unity, re-establishing, reconnecting, transforming.
I saw the path to dreams coming true, higher purposes being realized, and stepping beyond the ordinariness of life, if even just for a micro moment, pen in hand.
This is another spin-off from the Sanibel Island Writing Conference. I used a process from Nick Flynn’s book A Note Slipped Under the Door. In fact, the poem by that title (by Charles Simic) is the mentor poem for this.
I first was inspired today by the Rumi poem on A Year of Being Here website. I took one of the lines and thought I’d write from there. I wrote this:
Thanksgiving carries us to the heart of the Beloved, and my writing friends have carried me to the heart of my writing soul.
But then I didn’t know anywhere else to go.
So I decided to find some images. The rest of this process is from Nick’s book. I used it this week with my 8th grades as their final exam for our One Book, One School novel with wonderful results.
The first step is to find the images and do little sketches:
The next step is to “write long” about each image. This is to get in deeper. Then pull from there to create the poem.
Trail Brazin’ friends — my sister writers — Happy Thanksgiving from the depths of everything you have helped me to become over the last 30 months. I am grateful for every moment we have spent together, and look forward to all that is to come because of our relationship. You have helped me find the joy my heart desired.