I have (too many) moments in my life when I feel alone, not good enough. I’ll step away from my computer, my office, my doubts – and look for a reason to believe.
I search for it in poetry, and read from A Year With Rumi, by Coleman Barks:
January 6 – Sometimes I Do
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.
I look for the spark in other people’s work, like seth godin’s Blog:
January 6 – Soles
There’s a sign on most squash courts encouraging players to wear only sneakers with non-marking soles. I’m not sure there’s such a thing. If you’re going to do anything worthy, you’re going to leave a mark.
I hear musical theatre in my head, especially Stephen Sondheim:
Anything you do, let it come from you, then it will be new …
give us more to see …
I cry a little and give thanks for synchronicity.
2 thoughts on “Synchronicity.”
Love this, Ms. Janet. I miss you.
Miss you back.