I was asked to create a poem about/around/considering/wondering/pondering the word/idea/feeling/meaning/ of vulnerability. I read what D. Whyte had to say and transcribed quite a bit from his Consolations book on the subject. I wrote in my journal also that day or the very next the following poem:
Vulnerable Joy The lines are down, fallen on the page. The way I saw them in my heart. Everywhere I gaze the outline of my life is perfectly cast down. Like pickup stix that form a grand design, hidden until now. Like an obscure Rorschach blot now reveals my imagined image when the light, is just so. Not all-but many of the pages of my coloring book are drawn - beautifully - gracefully lovely - sketched. Revealing my true hearts' desire and passion. "There it is - Cherished One. Trust yourself. This is your life, release into it." As I color the pages adding more life more depth I pause - I wonder I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING! I'm vulnerable and grateful for each perfect stroke! Laurie McCauley 1/2/2019 "There is no path, you make the path by walking." Antonio Machado Comments are closed.
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Laurie Anne McCauleyDid that make you feel better? Intro
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on. LA McCauley Archives
September 2023
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