You can’t make this stuff up, folks!
If you have already read this post, you may recall that after walking the labyrinth in New York City’s Battery Park in mid-July, I noticed a woman sitting on a bench, eating lunch. Her presence inspired me to leave two pieces of my poetry beneath a tree. Another woman (Laura D) found the poems the next day, contacted me with her story of sacred synchronicity, and the Words Divinely Wrought poetry-sharing project was born.
Imagine my delight and astonishment when “the woman on the bench” sent me this message yesterday — 30 days after I placed two poems at the base of a tree 1800 miles away from my home:
I am sitting here at my desk at work in the financial district with shivers going up and down my back. I am the woman who was eating lunch in the Battery Park labyrinth, who you mention in your recent post.
I was there to receive poetry, although I am not quite sure I knew that at the moment. I had recently discovered the labyrinth, which is very close to my work, and that was my first time eating there.
I found your poems by the tree as I was leaving. “This Fragile Web” spoke to me — I had recently returned from my family home in Massachusetts, where my dad had suffered a heart attack. Thankfully, he has recovered well, but the crisis left me with the wisdom and knowledge of how fragile relationships (and life) are. My thoughts were completely reflected and captured in your words.
I was tempted to take the poem with me, but I also wanted to leave it, so others could appreciate your words. And I am so glad I did! I see that someone else found your poems in the tree. When I came back to my office that day, I found your blog and read your poems — I felt that I had discovered your writing for a reason.
Today, I returned to your blog and scrolled down to find the post where you mention your time in the labyrinth (and to my shock and surprise, a mention of me!). I was compelled to write you, so here I am.
Thank you. I would love to be part of your global poetry sharing project, if possible.
With gratitude and warmth,
In my reply, I asked SS whether she had placed the poems in the branches of the tree, where Laura D found (at least) one the following day. She wrote back, “I left the poem on the ground that day, although I did return a few days later and the poems were both in the tree limbs…”This Fragile Web” and our subsequent connection are really showing me how truly connected we all are!! Wow.”
A poetry package is heading off to SS in NY today; another to KE in Colorado. Thirteen spots remain in the gathering of “The Initial 33,” in addition to four spots awaiting confirmation. Is one of them waiting for you?
Much gratitude to those who have sent donations to help defray the costs of printing and mailing the poetry packages. Even if you choose not to participate directly, you can show your support for this endeavor by contributing nonetheless. And if you do wish to participate but are unable to make a donation, please do not let lack of funds stand in your way.