“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke
“Loan me a canvas and I will let down my guard. Loan me a paintbrush and I will reach into my soul. Loan me jars full of colors and I will submerge in a sea of possibilities. Loan me the time and you will see infinite versions of my being re-born.”
“I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
When I was a girl, I spent hours in the backyard tucked between the branches of the maple tree, quietly observing the world. When mother maple wasn’t holding me in her arms, I was wandering through my days singing. I sang for no one but myself. I didn’t want attention.
I simply wanted the music to swirl around inside me until I felt that the music, the maple tree, and my little girl body were not separate. Not much has changed other than the “busy-ness” that comes with growing up. My desire for simple mischief and creative wandering is the same.
- Have you forgotten the child within? Remember her. What did she want? What made her heart shine?
- When was the last time you played? Tell the story.
- Think of a time you noticed the sweet, small things. What would it feel like to remember the poem of your heart now?