For Writers Island prompt #28 Adventure
Well, I went looking for an adventure and found one. Not the one I was expecting, but certainly one worth doing. For the past week, I have been engaged in a writing challenge. It is to write a poem a day, every day, through the entire month of November, and is offered by Poetic Asides, a site that is part of the online aspect of The Writers Digest magazine, and hosted by Robert Lee Brewer.
Each day, he posts a general prompt for the day, and we are to write a poem at least somewhat directed toward the prompt. At the end of the month, we are to put the best of these into manuscript form, and the winner will have a chapbook published by the magazine. My daily posts can be found here:
The adventure started on the first day. I thought I could use the prompts and poems to write about my Mother and our relationship. But, I am a follower after the words, and the words wanted to go some place else. And did.
Found myself writing about an experience that happened about fifteen years ago. Something I could never form poetry around. Now suddenly I was doing that day after day. Working through the images, remembering something I didn’t want to remember. Doing something I didn’t think I could do.
And each day, there were small ‘coincidences’ that told me that I was in the right place, doing exactly what I was supposed to be doing. Watched a movie, one evening. There was a song in it that I hadn’t heard in years. Just the opening bars and then it faded back into the action of the story.
The next morning, I was still humming the song when I sat to write. Finished the poem for that day and posted it. Later, went back to check on the site and found a comment telling me that what I had written reminded the reader of a song lyric that stayed in her mind, long after the book was closed (or the movie ended?). Whew!
Each day, I write in my journal and then go to the prompt site to see what the suggestion is for the day. And each day, I find words that trigger off memories that make poems I was sure would never be written. And afterward, sit quietly wondering at the workings of the Universe and how it all comes together.
I didn’t plan this, although I did prepare for it. Got things in order so I could do the writing. Cleaned and cleared off my desk. Made sure that other obligations were fulfilled, and that I would have the space to do whatever the challenge demanded. And yet, somehow am astounded by all of it.
I was looking for a beginning, an adventure. But, my mind has a mind of its own and took me back to a place that definitely needed healing. Telling me with, and in, my own words that I can’t go forward until I go back and heal what has been broken.
Intuition plays a key role in all of it. I prepared myself for one thing, and found another. Followed the words and found a new, but old and familiar path. It was time, but I didn’t know that. Not on a conscious level. Which might be the only way it could have ever happened.
We seem to forget that all beginnings are also endings, of one sort or another. So to begin, we must first let go. Let go of whatever holds us, our attention, our energy and focus on moving forward. If we don’t let go, but hang on, all we do is drag all of that with us into whatever new place we are hoping to establish. We may move, but not much, and not very far, because we take everything right along with us. That’s doesn’t bode well for traveling light.
But, I’ve noticed something. With each day, I lose a bit more of the weight of the past. Find reconciliation with the experiences I had back there. The heavy emotions I expected to find, seem to arrive without hesitation, and as I write the words, I am letting go, getting loose from the tethers that once bound me.
At the same time, I am also coloring. Spending some time each day in a quiet reflective state, relaxing and yes, playing with all of it. It’s as though I let go, and yet fill up and refuel for the next step and day in my process. There are definite patterns appearing on this path, and I like them. Like watching them come together, take on new forms and colors, with new and different meanings.
Where will it all go? Don’t have a clue. But then, that is what an adventure is all about. Exploring the unknown, discovering differences and similarities. Learning a new language. Sorting the new from the old. Letting go of what is no longer needed, and gathering up and finding a space and place for what is necessary.
And to think, I don’t even have to leave home for this adventure. Just follow the words and let it happen.