I have already failed. Each and every day I have failed. But I have been writing a poem every day. I hadn't planned to do so. But this morning, after finishing my Penelope and arthritis poem, I realized that I was at day 6 of daily poetry writing.
Let me see if I can keep this up. April is the traditional time to write a poem a day, and I've done that once and failed to do that several times. November is traditionally a time where people are trying to write a novel in one huge swoop of a month. I will sit in my corner, quietly writing a poem.
I'm also participating in an online course. I've taken a workshop with the teacher before--she's the one at a past Create in Me retreat that turned me on to sketching with Copic markers. We're using Joyce Rupp's Open the Door, which has a meditation for each day. Once a week, we'll meet by way of an online Zoom meeting. We're all part of a private Facebook group where we can post thoughts and images.
This week's readings have explored the doors of the heart. On Sunday, I made this sketch, which is blurry, no matter how I tried to photograph it differently:
After our weekly Zoom session, I wrote a haiku and made a new sketch:
This morning, I made this Facebook post to the group:
As I woke up periodically throughout the night, I had this recurring thought: my heart is a homeless shelter. I will spend the day puzzling over this image. If my heart is a homeless shelter, who/what are the residents? Ideas that aren't welcome in the larger world? Ideas that have yet to take root in me? I don't have an image yet . . . maybe it will come later.
I am already finding November to be a month of inspiration--my goal is for that feeling to continue!