Return to Writing

I’m sixty three days into Autumn. Everyday creativity. Sharing with Creative Community what comes, what I find, what I combine. Halfway through I have landed on mixedmedia morning pages. A way to meet your mind, scribble words down, listen.

It helps me pick up words and put them somewhere new.

Here’s day 59.

I dip this writing stick
carved from bamboo
in blue ink

My words may smudge
become illegible
I hesitate to fly

I was thinking about memory yesterday
today I have reached for blue

We need water to survive
a sky to give us stars
a reason we are unsure of
so we can question why

Sharpen your crayon
the day has just begun
move past your stopping
the sun has risen, hidden
all the stars
only the moon
which grows smaller
survives

A crow calls out
the dog is howling
the church bell rings
it is a new hour
small birds are singing
what it means to be alive

Call out to this day
this morning
the moon in the sky

Call for the light
which is already here
your inner knowing
call out to the trees
standing still

Call in protection
and guidance
ask for your words
to be wise

Call to your knowing
your choosing
the river going by

This day is blue
blue like water
reflecting the sky