If this Words Divinely Wrought initiative had a soundtrack, it would reverberate with the mellifluous sounds of hearts cracking and opening around the planet.
My favorite Kiwi and I were brainstorming the concept not so very long ago, and we were both very clear that, first and foremost, this really isn’t about poetry. It’s about allowing yourself to be part of something large, trusting the astonishing efficiency of the Universe, chipping away at boundaries or walls that may have kept you separate and alone, and embodying unity consciousness in a grounded, hands-on way.
I was quite touched by this message from BH of Vancouver, Canada, which captures the very essence of what our emerging “community of the traveling poems” is all about. I believe there is resonance and inspiration here for others, and I honor BH for her honesty and willingness to share.
Through a series of interesting events,
I believe I am one of the 33 people you are hoping to reach.
I receive your writing notifications to my work email,
so through my day of business life (which I am growing to detest),
I get small rays of sunshine that keep me going.
Sometimes I don’t make time to read them and days pass until I
clear my mind of clutter and rebalance myself –
enjoying your writing and included images which bring me back to life.
Unrelated, I had my first ever tarot card reading experience
at my dinner party last night. I’m not sure I can describe it
in any way other than ‘something much bigger than me.’
I took a sick day from my office today and worked from home.
This seems to be one of those weeks I didn’t make time for your posts,
as I read them all together just now while taking a break from
actual work emails. And I couldn’t be more aligned
to a path right now as I feel to yours.
During the tarot reading last night, it was read that I would be
alright to acknowledge and embrace what I truly believe -
being a part of something bigger.
It brought me to tears as I considered what I was hearing
was something I never wanted to admit to myself, never mind verbalize
(or type) to another person. I feared having to face whatever it was
to admit that I do believe I am but a small but important piece.
But through your blog posts, I think I have found a starting light.
A place I can allow myself to be slightly vulnerable
and yet at peace with it…
BH’s poetry package was placed in the mail today, as was a package to JM in her “green grassy homeland” of Oregon. JM’s initial instinct is to “…take (the poem) to the wild, windswept Oregon coast, which QUICKLY blows away anything that is extraneous from our lives. The raw, real nature of your words just immediately seemed a perfect fit! It may become a ‘message in a bottle’ if it so desires.”