Here is another birthday wish coming true. #11! I love eleven.
11. I wish for a loose grip on the way I live, so that each day is full of at least one new thing showering my daily life with surprise, glee and new information.
I have started something this fall that I had no idea was coming down the pike for me. All hail! I loosen my grip and many new things rain down on me.
Back up the truck though, because firstly, this poem came to me in Karen Arp-Sandel’s Vibrant Visionary Yoga and Collage Immersion at Kripalu last March. During the retreat, our friend,
Carol Acquilano, read it to us.
Hokusai says look carefully.
He says pay attention, notice.
He says keep looking, stay curious.
He says there is no end to seeing
He says look forward to getting old.
He says keep changing,
you just get more who you really are.
He says get stuck, accept it, repeat
yourself as long as it is interesting.
He says keep doing what you love.
He says keep praying.
He says every one of us is a child,
every one of us is ancient
every one of us has a body.
He says every one of us is frightened.
He says every one of us has to find
a way to live with fear.
He says everything is alive —
shells, buildings, people, fish,
mountains, trees, wood is alive.
Water is alive.
Everything has its own life.
Everything lives inside us.
He says live with the world inside you.
He says it doesn’t matter if you draw,
or write books. It doesn’t matter
if you saw wood, or catch fish.
It doesn’t matter if you sit at home
and stare at the ants on your veranda
or the shadows of the trees
and grasses in your garden.
It matters that you care.
It matters that you feel.
It matters that you notice.
It matters that life lives through you.
Contentment is life living through you.
Joy is life living through you.
Satisfaction and strength
is life living through you.
He says don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid.
Love, feel, let life take you by the hand.
Let life live through you.
– Roger Keyes
I made a little art with it.
Roger Keyes’ poem speaks in the voice of Hokusai, who was am important and influential Japanese artist who died in 1849.
For the next new way this new-to-me poem brings more presence and awareness in to my daily life, I used a small verse of this poem as a writing prompt in my ‘Out of the Mouths of Babes: The Powder Keg Sessions ~writing workshop for mothers and others’ this weekend at Bard College at Simon’s Rock. Our next session is on Sunday October 28 at 2 p.m. Last year, I had no idea this sort of fun would be what I get to do. Thanks to the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers for hosting me.
Retreat. Poem. Art. Writing. Workshop.
Tracing the journey an idea takes in to my life, where it sets root and spreads in to everything I do.
I am grateful for welcoming new things in to my life.
Staying curious on the Laundry Line,