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To Write

In Articles on February 28, 2009 at 9:29 am

Afternoon Dreaming-Image by June

afternoon dreaming

To write is to breathe in the air of imagination
To write is to heal anything that builds up in our heads and remove it to a blank piece of paper or a computer screen
To write is to not always hit send when we have written, we can even hit delete and watch it all disappear like a meditative mandala
To write is to amuse ourselves
To write is to amuse others
To write is to make links and metaphors that make us see the world anew
To write is to look for our holy grails
To write is to breathe dreams into paper so that dragons and unicorns come to call
To write is to say thankyou
To write is to give the power of words lasting time, herstory, history, yourstory
To write is to remember and interpet
To write is to say this is what I know
To write is to say this is what I don’t know
To write is to breathe..

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Childhood to Youth

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Childhood to Youth

In response to a prompt from the Chocolate Box in the Soul Food network of creativity

What I see…

I look at these photos and see friends and a brother passed on, in accidents that I heard about in some cases second hand.

I see highschool friends some I still know and some I don’t.   Some are mothers and some will be soon.

I see the promise of childhood in my daughter’s hand brushing the weeds, or are they flowers?

I see a pinecone that will be in my future.  I see my daughter wearing the grass skirt I never did.  It took that many years for my mother to come into her own with culture.

I see my parents full of anticipation for their children’s future, not realising time will pass so quickly, so quickly these photos will fall like  still life memories of their lost son.

I see my childhood, my daughter’s childhood, my mother’s motherhood, and the anticipation that things can change- we can paint a new canvas.

That is what I see.  This is what I hope.  Do I really see?  Do I really understand?

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