Blessed Confusion: Poems from Interweave’s February Writing Circle

“Blessed Confusion” was the theme for February’s Writing Circle.
Following a guided visualization on choosing an alternative path, Antonio Marchado’s poem was read, evoking a deep sense of reverence.
Last Night As I Was Sleeping
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
© Antonio Machado. All rights reserved
What we wrote was inspired and blessed by this poem and the paths we’d each traveled in our mind’s eye. We discovered many connections; symbols and images from one person’s experience found their way into another’s poem. It seemed that the walls between us had become permeable.  And in such a gentle way it was hard to say exactly when or how it had happened.  It was a bit . . . confusing.  Happily so.
I would like to send a special thanks to Mary Day Bodenstein for offering two favorite quotes about the paths we take (one posted on the slider and one below), and to Diane Lynch and Susan Maitner for sharing their poetry.
Have a lovely day and hope to see you at our March 8th writing circle. We’ll also meet on April 5 and May 3 before taking our summer break.  First-timers always welcome!
Warmly,
Lorri
“I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” 
Douglas Adams

Shedding My Skin

Shedding my skin

Leaving the “sure”

Blessed confusion

An impish guide

 

Wild flowered fields

Salt air sun warms

Songbirds at home

In tall wheat colored grasses

 

The alternative path

In a little blue book

All my old failures

Golden now

 –Lorri Lizza

Interweave Writing Circle, 2/1/2014

 

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