Writing Something New

I’m sharing a David Whyte poem today; I’d meant to share one of my own and came across this - an old favourite. For me, this poem articulates the opening up of an horizon that has felt closed, the surprise of finding expansion after a season of contraction or feeling stuck. Perhaps you will find something different. That’s part of the magic of poetry, the meaning that emerges between the words on the page and the person reading them. In that sense poems belong to anyone who engages with them, and they are always alive.

The Journey
David Whyte

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

I wish you a week in which you find the lines "written inside you," and the "freedom in your own heart." 

With appreciation,
Carri.

P.S. In my latest blog post, Shedding My Skin, I share an excerpt from a book I hope to publish next year. You can also read last week's wellness post, Wholeness and Imperfection - a musing on perfectionism and being enough.