All the way back… Creativity Challenge Week One
Again, as I update this new blog, I am reviewing my old one. As a lover of words and creativity, it’s a pleasure to re-read some of the creative explorations I’ve shared over the years. It somehow feels like an honouring of the creative spirit – not just mine, but of everyone. Over the next few posts, I’ll share a four-week challenge I began as a way of committing to and cultivating my own creativity. This comes to me now at a time when I am refreshed by this remembering.
November 2010, Week One: The challenge!
I’ll be posting poetry each day inspired by events, non-happenings, ponderings and passing thoughts. Sometimes it might be snippets, sometimes fully-formed word-scarves. Sometimes I might explain or make changes, sometimes not. After all, this is an experiment.
Here’s a little something that may turn into something more. My father said a sentence and I finished it off.
Strike up a friendwich.
all these wires
and all these visions
All this static
Drag feet through
beget bits bobs
things to clear
Take your boxes
I carry mine
and will one day
when the anticipated
Mushrooms like members.
As was icecream not
clotted with the
Sometimes servings serve
in other ways
not prayers unheard
but needs and wants
met in well balanced
we were really there for the company.
now in need of space
I hold my hand
move into evening.
home-made christmas decorations
Home – home holds me
slip into the night.
Home is held.
Dreams of angry altercations of
reminding me to eat more than baked beans
as I remind you
to eat more than cheese.
A surprising subject I never knew
we never spoke of.
Am happy to let that one fall away and
I’ll drink tea to toast
the fact that dreams are not real
Flights of Fancy (thoughts in the bath)
the difference between
thoughts that are real and true
or of desires and disconnection
is that some fly up
gain gravity and manifest in reality
fall to the floor exhausted
for all they had
and never were.
Notes: Initially this read ‘or of desires and ego’, which seemed too vague. I contemplated using ‘lower mind’ or ‘lower mind kind’ but this phrasing felt like a judgement was being made of higher/lower mind. Disconnection seems to fit well (a suitable sock) and, I feel, captures the notion of inner workings not quite connected to a source in truth, as well as the sense of the inner workings of a bird malfunctioning, inside, unseen.
2016 Note: Now I would say that no thought is true or real. It’s all perspective and they are all passing shapes. I remember at the time I was confused by thoughts – believing most that arose and the connected feelings too.