One way the universe encouraged my creative life
A friend and I are working through the exercises in Deep Creativity together and this week's reflections were on fate and circumstances and events that have influenced our creativity. Here's a poem I wrote in response.
I was new at
it all
Retreats,
ferry rides in the San Juans
Meditation,
ritual thinking
The
afternoon was blissfully cool
Soft water
breeze, bees
On apple
cores in the grass
—The bookstore’s open
Carolyn said
A corner of
the lobby
Theosophy
mostly
Deep
thinkers older than I
And then at
the end of one shelf
The Artist’s Way
And I saw
exercises on the pages
And was
flooded with
Memories of
car trips
To Grandma
B’s in Idaho
And
workbooks to pass
The long
hours in the backseat
And I read
of 12 ways to be creative
And I wanted
that
—Are you an artist?
The woman
taking money was frail but friendly
And a
long-repressed part of me
Said yes
—Yes, I am
And I knew
it was true
And now here
I am
Still new at
it all
And yet not
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