evergreen branches fill part of the sky without the ash tree
words that are tears may be harder to write and this is just fine
sometimes I read a poem years later and remember my emotions
do I revise the poem? improve the craft?
sometimes yes and the change may be small
but only if I do not lose the voice of the person I was then
who wrote the poem
Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in the book?
Psalm 56: 8 (KJV)
This is such a beautiful verse from the Psalms, and I wanted to quote again. I have wandered too – needed to start over, begin again. I can only imagine living where you grew up, or a career of decades. Or being a mother and grandmother. There are many beautiful ways to live. I know I am dependent upon the skills and gifts of others. Good to both give and receive. Say thank you as often as I can.
I am so grateful for the life I have been given. Illnesses and health conditions I have known, still know, are now my teachers and friends. A quiet life keeps me well, and blogs are the perfect way for me to create. I have more fluency again. Yet when I first learned, and other times, I might spend a few hours on a post that takes a few moments to read or view. Or let posts rest for a time. So far, my creativity always renews. Patience is a part of the process.
When I can live in a way that offers silence and space for poems, the poems arrive in time. I try to manage my time, so the poems feel welcome. Daily dedication, and content with small steps.