This reminds me of that picture we took, coming out of the salt water in which I had exclaimed, “Just think! We could be on the Internet right now! And you scrawled that text over the photograph in the most beautiful way. I think about it all the time.
Yes!!! I’ve been working with my hands a lot lately and it’s fascinating to feel the difference both in my body and in my head between a day “working” with my hands at a laptop, and working with my hands to pull spruce roots and strip devils club and mend fishing nets. Thank you for the lovely words to bring me more attention to that feeling ❤️
Upon reflection I really like the idea of a poem written for a person, conceived of in a specific time, prompted by what might have been in that person’s mind at that moment.
The idea of a poem flowing through someone reminds me of the poet, Ruth Stone, who had to run to get pencil and paper to catch the poem before it passed her by.
Thank you for what you write every week. I always find something that resonates
Thank you, Anna. I needed this!
This reminds me of that picture we took, coming out of the salt water in which I had exclaimed, “Just think! We could be on the Internet right now! And you scrawled that text over the photograph in the most beautiful way. I think about it all the time.
we need to print that one out and hang it above our desks!
Yes !!!!!
Yes!!! I’ve been working with my hands a lot lately and it’s fascinating to feel the difference both in my body and in my head between a day “working” with my hands at a laptop, and working with my hands to pull spruce roots and strip devils club and mend fishing nets. Thank you for the lovely words to bring me more attention to that feeling ❤️
Would love to see the poem that was written for you by ultra violet poetry
Wanted to keep it for myself :) but it was good I promise!
Upon reflection I really like the idea of a poem written for a person, conceived of in a specific time, prompted by what might have been in that person’s mind at that moment.
The idea of a poem flowing through someone reminds me of the poet, Ruth Stone, who had to run to get pencil and paper to catch the poem before it passed her by.
Thank you for what you write every week. I always find something that resonates