VOUS ÊTES MON CŒUR (you are my heart)
gungor has been my constant companion ever since i "discovered" them the day my son was born four months ago. what artistry, what truth. when i saw the word courage on this page, i remembered i'd heard the word for "heart" in french came from the same root, and then this song proceeded to play on repeat in my heart for days (not a bad thing, in this case ;)
day 7: PLAY chase courage a guitar she'd already been playing this "found poem" actually initiated my thinking about bravery, which eventually led to starting my new blog, and being ever so brave. the opposite page held scattered across it the words: i found hope in a wooden chest loaded onto the wagon looking mighty (but i hate the way the page turned out, so you don't get to see it unless we are very dear friends in real life, and you beg) |
day 8: ENVISION this day was sweet. i felt like God was inviting me more into my identity, made art plans and played. most significantly, i began to dream up a little headpiece/crown lovely celebration of who i am in his eyes (which reminds me - i need to work on/finish/wear that thing! and whirl in it as my prudychick friend suggested, seeing the word on the page ;) |
day 9: CREATE the day i {heard} that my story needs to be told. that i need to write. let people see. share the beauty and the mess. another tiny step towards what became my new blog (and the story-coaching session i will be having tomorrow night with Elora!) bound up bucking just like a wild horse, down nailed to the ground the bloom caught tore loose |
protect, find in the air like a bird in flight, sail daylight she woke out of her doze and took off wind holding ground finally able to talk laugh shed |
day 12: REMEMBER
i don't REMEMBER what happened, and why i have no proof of this day, but this word followed me around in my wallet for a week, and every time i saw it, i REMEMBERed to be present, engage with life and God and advent and promptings and love.
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