Today my writing time is much shorter. I have grades due tomorrow for one of my online classes, so I've spent much of my writing time grading research essays.
I did manage to play with a poem idea this morning. On Friday, during the closing worship service of my certificate in spiritual direction program, we did an Ignatian exercise where we imagined ourselves in the boat with Jesus in the storm. Were we disciples? The cushion? The boat? The storm?
I wrote down some ideas that came to me as I imagined myself as the storm. And then yesterday, I played with the voice of the sand and came up with a poem-like thing that was just 9 lines long, with no stanza breaks, which is very unusual for me.
This morning, I wrote a bit more. I also made word lists of words starting with s, w, t, and b. I wrote this tweet: "Still working on what is becoming a poem series or one poem struggling to emerge out of various drafts. Images of sand and bone, sea and wave and storm, salt and skeleton and sacrifices demanded."
Yesterday's morning was more delightful. I want to record this Facebook post so that I remember:"On my morning walk, I saw dolphins in North Lake--and I think I saw a baby dolphin or two (smaller back fins). Were they learning to fish? Were they having morning play time? Taking a morning swim?
The day is much more enchanted when it begins with sunrise staining the sky and the water and dolphins gliding through the lake near the shore."