A creative life is filled with challenges and rewards, puzzles and curiosities. This ongoing series of poems attempts to express the “Aha”s and “What if”s, the deep ponderings and casual observations of an inquiring mind trying to make sense of reality. May it serve, for you, as a bit of “Everyday Inspiration” along your own creative path.
In a time
When children
Move away
Lives are uprooted,
Fractured,
I feel very lucky
To have roots—
Memories
Imprinted
On my soul.
A place
To come home to
(back to)
Again and again,
Where events past
Are etched
In my mind
In my heart.
How could I ever
Sell this place?
My home?
When it provides the
Wealth
Richness
Depth of my spirit?
All I have to do
Is show up there
And listen
And I can feel
My whole life
Inside me.
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I understand that feeling and you are lucky to have roots. That was a loss I felt when Jeff and I moved from where our children were born. But now I’ve been in the Bay area for 13 years and can feel roots taking hold again.