Sunday, April 5, 2015
April Moon Day #3
I literally did give birth to my daughter...my own heart beating outside my body. That really is the most accurate metaphor for the way I love my girl. She has led me into the strong, independent, adult version of myself. Funny how I'm raising her, but she held my hand and has walked me into my most amazing self thus far.
Oh my...every poem I write is a child of mine. How do I ever pick just one for a magazine submission, even forty for a chapbook? I love them all dearly. They all lead me more deeply into this existential experience we call life. Poetry has allowed me to live more deeply...to pay attention to the details. When life has ever lacked (or maybe I wasn't looking hard enough) poetry has allowed me to color my world in interesting ways.
Every journal entry, every piece of artwork (in my humble opinion) is a grand conception. These things are the the ways in which I most easily make sense of my world. I feel digital art is an exploratory, experimental way of understanding the processes that are going on inside me. Anytime I create any form of art, it really feels sort of like a reflection of my inner world. As if I've taken this idea and birthed it in some physical form...a poem, art, story, even a photo.
Journal writing feels much the same to me. Writing allows me to get inside myself, to figure out what ideas, writings, messages are just awaiting a swift birth. It is the pen that usually allows me to pull these things forth from inside, so they can find their proper place in the outside world.
And, in a way, as I transcend in my life from one era into another...from one experience to another, I feel as if I sorta have given birth to my own soul many times as I have learned and reemerged. This reminds me of a quote by Joan Didion that I'll end this post with: "I've already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be."