It’s a golden Sunday morning in a week that will shape all our lives. I really like that our Taoiseach has called this time of social distancing cocooning. We are waiting for the new beginning, the afterwards when there will be a transformation and a beautiful butterfly will burst forth. I am sure he may not have have all that metaphorical stuff going on when he was writing his St. Patrick’s Day speech to the nation, but…it works for me! Because there is great beauty in the expressions of kindness to one another that are happening. We are called to cherish one another. May the butterfly that emerges from this cocooning time be one of kindness and universal care, that the time spent in isolation will be a cure for our most selfish instincts. Wouldn’t that be something?!
For those who are staying home and want creative activities, Poetry Ireland’s poet in residence is posting a daily poetry spark to get you started. Check out Catherine Ann Cullen’s Twitter @tarryathome. She posts a prompt for kids and adults. I am writing daily and have been finding writing haiku a wonderful exercise in focusing on calm. Spring is here, despite some cold temperatures and hoar frost in the morning. Things are growing and transforming. Our little acre is waking up and looking lively.
Stay tuned for random haiku here on the blog. Even if you don’t have a window and are unable to get out to public gardens to view the daffodils, I will beam you some of nature’s signs that creation persists. Haiku writing can be habit forming though. You have been warned! Given the restrictions of seventeen syllables, a seasonal hint, and making sense in the English language, not to mention having a little Zen something, it can be fiendishly challenging. A bit like crossword puzzles. But so worth it! It really does cure the hamster wheel of negative thoughts going round. Try it!
But here is the Sunday weekly poem. Which was in part sparked by a quotation from an Egyptian poet Iman Mersal:
Poetry is a journey in the dark towards an unknown destination.Iman Mersal
I Know You Read This Poem I know you read this poem as if it were some sorcery, or a conjuring trick, or as if it were a spell for a way out. I know you read this poem with fear in your heart. I know you read this poem as it if were a map of an uncharted territory. And I know! That's an oxymoron, but they often contain all known fears at their very heart. I know you read this poem because you want to learn how to read your own heart, because you seek a kind of light to show you the way out. And because you also want there to be more than fear in your heart. So… You turn again and again to art. Which is why I know you read this poem, which is part spell and part prayer, from deep in my heart. Copyright © Bee Smith 2020. All rights reserved.