Yesterday was delightful. I worked on my angel Gabriel poem and accompanying documents (writing process, updated bio, picture), while also working on the online classes which started yesterday. My brother-in-law popped by for a visit while he was on call, and I worked on a quilt while we chatted. And at the end of the day, I got the mail that told me that Atlanta Review accepted a poem of mine, "Coracle of Prayer."
I thought about how I would likely not have written that poem without the Internet and blogging. I came across this post and video that Dave Bonta posted. In pre-Internet days, perhaps I would have come across the facts about coracles--but would I have been as intrigued and inspired if I hadn't had the video to watch?
My purple legal pad where I write poems shows me that I was playing with the Gabriel idea before I saw this post of Beth's art that she posted in January. I had the idea during Advent, the mingling of the thought of John the Baptist as that homeless guy under the overpass, the idea of God coming where we least expect to find the Divine, and the godlessness of South Florida.
But when I saw her post on a day when I saw other images, I wrote a blog post about the poem I was trying to write. That blog post led to an electronic conversation with Beth, which has led to a publication opportunity, about which I will say more later. It's another opportunity which I wouldn't have had without modern technology.
Or perhaps I would, but at a different pace. I could have written a letter, after all. But without the Internet to distribute information, I would likely never have seen her piece of art from her studio in Canada.
It's a theme I return to again and again, how technology has changed our lives. I thought of this in a different way as I set my oven to self-clean yesterday.
Note to self: it's better to clean the oven during cooler weather. Having the oven self-clean at a high temperature on a sultry summer afternoon is not the wisest approach. But the result seems miraculous. No noxious chemicals! No scrubbing!
I wonder what technology that's just now being tested will come to seem like a miracle to future generations?
Now it's off to motorcycle training--another technology which once seemed miraculous. I will bring a book to read during down times, if there are any--an old technology, which still seems miraculous. I will use my reading glasses--yes, another miracle.
The world is full of wonders, if we had but eyes to see. What poems will I weave out of these ideas?
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