Writing the Path

When kids carve their initials on a tree, they want to immortalize something – the magical, intangible sensation of being in love, or perhaps a brave marker along one of life’s waystations to say “I was here.” Years later, the carver will return to the park or forest, searching with a shimmer of excitement for his tree.

There’s joy in the finding, the incised design perhaps softened and rendered less distinct by time, but there nonetheless. The memories flood back – scent of hot grass drying in the sun, starting of school rushing closer beneath a polished blue sky, the unfamiliar sensation of holding a small hand and feeling joined to some huge mystery spread out upon on the Earth that you have only just found.

So the letters, hearts, and arrows are a repository for consciousness – the soul moving through the psyche and living life. We want to make a record, take a picture, hold a memento. That’s why the carver marks the wood. And it’s why writers write.

My work in progress for 2019 is poetry, the first love of my heart to which I’ve returned after a long absence. And it’s true – absence does make the heart grow fonder.

Writing from the age of five, it was all poetry at first, which to me was spirit language, authentic and primal and suffused with beauty. At thirty-five it became an urgent foray into romance fiction, seeking a market and looking at writing as an escape from corporate America.

After finding my spiritual path, I wrote and published three books in six years. These are the nonfiction record of my spiritual evolution, sharing an awakening understanding, and lending light to the darkness here, at the edge of a new dawn. Their pages open the spiritual world of animals, the nature kingdom, and the Sacred Feminine divinity that is arising now in all women.

So in this new year, my path of spiritual ministry, healing, and teaching takes a divergent route. A branch has bent away from the main artery, and I’m walking the unseen terrain by faith. This is an act of devotion to God and holiness and a willingness to venture into the unknown. My lamp along the way is poetry – light of language enfolding concepts and sensations, daring of bold art to shake things up. The word pictures of questions, lessons, love, pain, and flashes of insight will form the signposts and place names.

I wish you all a year of reading great books in every genre, creative expression, unfettered joy, and refreshing looks into the truth. I hope there will be poetry on your path, like ribbons and roses and things that exist only to delight. It’s in those moments of simple pleasure that we touch the profound, after all – the poems and songs of life and the universe.