I had the chance to attend another poetry workshop with Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer recently. I’m realizing that making time, and carving out space, for that version of me is helping to blend my Writer Self with my Self Self a little more smoothly and consistently.
An invitation that she offered was to enter into our inner world, to ask what is brewing there, and to write about it. Then go outside, notice with the senses, and then write what changes. I think this gentle formula is beautiful, and I think you’d like it too. So here is my “before and after” letting nature right me. Maybe you’ll try it too.
What’s brewing:
I forget to be present for my own becoming. I forget to congratulate the part of me that got me through that long week or that tough day.
I wonder why I postpone my own enrichment and then become inconvenienced by it when the invitation emerges. I encourage it, invite it, affirm it in others, and then trade it for cheap when it comes to myself.
Go outside:
The soft warm breeze meets my face and wraps itself around my cheeks, sneaking to the back of my neck. My senses settle as I notice the crickets and birds taking their turns to offer their chirps. Bird, cricket, cricket, bird bird bird, cricket, bird.
That breeze, their stage. The sway of the ornamental grass their backdrop.
My herbs are doing well this year and I feel like I’m going to cry. My bare feet, dry and dirty from having a summer themselves navigate clumsily the pine needles covering the ground. My ground. This is why the self settles and attunes here, cause this is where she belongs.
I really enjoyed this.
Sitting down to write always seems so daunting to me. I may give this one a try!