For Susan L with gratitude
It is solstice, the longest night of the year. I have been contemplating in these days of lighting candles, of ritual reflection while waiting for the sun/ son . I have been contemplating the places of darkness within me. the places of sorrow reflected, the places of anxious waiting.
Today I was reading another writer, I was reading a memoir. In which the author said I read a book, that made me think I should never write another word. She said the writer that she was reading was so eloquent, and I thought., but so are you.
Please do not stop. Please I thought do not stop.
I so often want to stop.
I so often stop, because someone can do it better,
actually someone does it better.
I want to stop, I am tired
I want to stop, it is dark, so very dark.
If the writer had stopped. I would not have benefited from her words.
If the dancer stops, I do not receive the openness, the flow.
If the cashier stops, I am not encouraged by the smile
If the poet stops, I am not caught by metaphor, or beauty.
If you, stop, your gifts which are many are lost to me.
In celebration of the journey into the darkness and the light as life and time cycle.
gkn Dec. 21, 2017