Week 38.
How many different ways could you tell your life story?
I told my creative journeying in a 15 minute blurb in week 37.
The temptation to retell it,
Re-record it,
Re-speak it,
Re-formulate it is always there.
But I've left it,
As you very well know because we're a week on.
But it still has me niggling.
Wondering what I can do.
To inspire you.
To hope with you.
To ignite you.
So that's where we begin.
Week 38 Let's dig in.
A morning awake and creative.
Sorry if it's your afternoon or evening or midday.
But I'm here in this good morning.
Tree frogs chirping.
Windows open despite the humidity still lingering.
Windows open.
Tree frogs chirping.
Moon glowing.
Poem for you.
Perhaps a statement,
But a poem,
We'll say,
That hooks into my attempt or intention of sharing my life story last week.
Today it feels so simple.
We are here to take care of each other.
How could we ever forget?
As if soil could forget,
It is here to feed the trees.
As if trees could forget,
They are here to feed the soil.
How could anything ever get in the way of generosity?
How could we ever greet each other with any words besides?
How can I help you?
As if light could forget,
It is here to help illuminate.
As if dark could forget,
It is here to help us heal.
Rosemary Tromer You've come along these 38 weeks with me.
Sharing in my ramblings,
Contemplating my thoughts after I have my thoughts,
And hopefully enjoying the quotes,
The lines,
The musings to carry yourself through the week.
This week's importance is in this poem.
How can I help you?
We are here for generosity.
We humans have faculties and sensibilities and sensitivities.
Beyond those of the rocks and trees and the soils,
But also made of those rocks and trees and soil.
I believe that when we share them.
When we ask,
How can I help you?
We are right.
The trees are right.
The soil is right.
Those rocks are right.
Here we are.
It's time to ask.
How can I help you?
And keep going.
Awake and Creative.
Today.
