This summer is starting to shape up differently than I anticipated. Well, I'm not sure what I anticipated, but there is definitely a feeling of a shift happening with me in many ways.
Given this feeling, I returned to one of my favorite books: A Woman's Book of Life by Joan Borysenko. In this book published in 1996, Joan explains how women's lives break down into segments of 7 years. I've been following this for some time, and since I'm now 63, I am entering another era in my life. This is what I'm feeling, I know. And I find it exciting.
This summer I've also started practicing the found poem as a way to deepen my attention to text. Given all these things together, I decided to write a found poem from Joan's chapter called "Ages 63-70: Wisdom's Daughters." I am sure I will have much more to say on this topic as time goes on, but here is a starter poem on the topic near and dear to me right now.
Rock Throwers, Wisdom's Daughters
Throw a rock in the water
the ripples are far-reaching
words and actions touch other
in positive ways
How different the world could be
with the
compassionate
empathetic
interdependent
intuitive wisdom
of the feminine
This is the time of women
Freedom years, a shift:
value nature and technology
honor diversity
learn from each other
preserve health
foster longevity
Usher a new worldview into being
Restore balance in a troubled world.
I have made a commitment to three things: finding time for Blue Space (beach, sky), Green Space (earth, woods), and the responses I have to poets & writers. I seek to discover the art of being.
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