Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The End of the Journal

I am almost to the end of my current journal. I started it 12/7/08. I think I have four or five pages left. I have a funny relationship with my journals. They feel like a part of me. When I start a new one I always believe that it's a start of a new season in my life. So now that I'm coming to the end of this one I wonder where life will take me and what I will write about in the next one. I have noticed much less venting going on and more creating lately. I am so grateful about that.

Life is ever changing. God is never changing but He set in motion a process of life and I want to live in it and maybe, just maybe capture or record just a part of it. Maybe.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

e.e.cummings - Spring is like a perhaps hand

Selected Poems

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window, into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things, while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.