|"Eyes of Love," Paris storefront, June 2013|
For my writing students.
“Writing is constantly letting letters arrange into different combinations and meanings.”
- a student from this last seven-week session
for showing up
for speaking out
for putting up with struggle
for laughing when you can
for giving critic space before giving it the boot
for your sincere joy and curiosity
for witnessing words and their energy
for being game to go as far as you can at any given time
for your commitment to the unknown.
Sometimes total strangers trump intimacy in terms of safety and secrecy.
Sometimes metaphor carries deep feeling miles further than it can by itself.
Sometimes when breath hits the bottom of lungs, of diaphragm, something cracks and opens knowing that is otherwise unspoken
there in those spaces we pull out
and we curiosity our way through our minds’ landscapes
our hearts’ fire escapes
our instincts’ innate flow
our potential fates’ uneven knowing
Sometimes in the middle of the most ordinary-seeming statements, something clicks into place that’s been edging in that direction, letter by letter, syllable by syllable, for decades.
It’s in those moments
and the gaps in-between
that we practice
Sacred and mundane
deep and cheap
real and fantastical
understood and undermined
woven and separate.