Poems emerge from silence

Prayers from gratitude

Hymns from the embrace

Of blessed solitude

For in the space of silence

There is a Higher Mind

Generous, overflowing,

Creative and divine

 

Composed, in the space of silence (except for bird song!) on May 3, 2012.  

For me, living creatively requires a lot of silence and solitude.  I used to flee solitude.  Flee myself, really.  Perhaps it is one of the comforts of age, but I find that I spend most of my time in solitude now.  In fact, I rarely leave home and studio, except for a twice weekly yoga class, walks, and an occasional foray to the Good Will.  And, of course, grocery shopping.  

I'm also keenly aware of how lucky I am to enjoy the luxury of solitude.  Frankly, if I had to make my own living, I'd probably be cashiering down at WalMart.  I owe my husband, Bob Fowler, thanks and love every day for being my support, both literally and figuratively.  Bob is, and always has been, the wind beneath my wings.  I am grateful.  

Be well and good luck,

MM