I am back from my writing adventures both exhausted and energised, and trying to find some balance between those two feelings … and, I’m sorry to say, not having much success. Exhaustion is beginning to defeat me, so I think I need to disappear for a while in order to recover fully. Hence, this week I am just stopping by to share something that was on my mind in the days before Writing the Wild Soul began. This is something I will try to elaborate on in future posts.
A New Language
Perhaps finding a new language is our
only hope. Perhaps we should listen more
than we speak, these words merely clumsy
ciphers, trying to say what cannot fully be
said. Can a word, spoken as an incantation
provoke a feeling that cradles a meaning?
Can feeling, sensation, bring us back to the
Real so that we return to understanding, to
humility? For we are beings of dirt, of earth
and no other place. We’d best look down, at the
ground, and down into the being of our bodies
just as the stars look down on us
yes, a new language! or perhaps, a new absence of language...a soft and listening silence for a change.
ReplyDeletei hope that you find some rest this week and integration of new ideas may happen in that space. sometimes it is smartest---even necessary---just to put the tools down and take a break from thinking and doing, isn't it?
Thank you, yes. I do need some rest and silence to integrate all of the many ideas and words that have been with me over the past few weeks. Though I think it is also time I faced my doubts and fears and began a return to art practice. Images are calling.
DeleteI hope you recover well and beautifully in your gentle quiet.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah.
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