Blades of Grass

Seems when your a writer

there is no option to give up,

disappear...check out,

there is a responsibility to scribe,

tell the story,

continue to seek poetic magic

in all things,

even in the heartaches,

the disappointments,

the losses.

"It's my job"

says Elizabeth Gilbert in her talk,

"Nurturing Creativity"

"and we have to show up for it."

So I do and I will even on the

days that are raining "ouch-es,"

it is my assignment to do so!

One morning getting up

and greeting the day at all,

let alone

with any kind of joy...

seemed impossible

so I did the thing I always do

listen and record...

this is that stream of consciousness.

Begin the day anew.

you must, you must

loss IS life,

nothing stays or remains the same.

The ground doesn't grieve the blade

of grass that's washed away

in the storm

but rejoices in the baby sprig

to follow

all loss is learning

a new birth route,

imagining new wings

that lift and create and shape

and ignite and allow

and trust and teach

to BELIEVE without knowing

why or how and then?

You believe again

in the next day and the next

and

you look in your dog's eyes

your child's smile,

your lover's hands,

and you remember laughter and simple goodness,

those moments that stopped your breath

moments that required you

to exist...

you remember that you are loved

and necessary...

to the sun's shine

to the moon's roundness

if for no other reason but

to be their faithful witness

to their astounding beauty.

Whether you realize it or not

your presence here is REQUIRED

required!

Beyond the scope of your

tiny self inflated life rafts

you are required to create wonder,

walk courageously,

practice profound wisdom

love endlessly without

the recognition of loss

tho it may be waiting for you

at the next turn

so is beauty

and her amazing sisters

called breathing, called life!

Part one Pam Piper Rain