Inspired by Miri G, and dedicated to her, because sometimes you just have to take a moment and play hide and seek with the words inside you.
Miri is one of the many brilliantes I met at my Goddard Spring Residency in 2011. She is part of the group of people in my life that, like me, share a love of letter writing. This art is something that is falling away, in light of the ease and speed of the digital communication all around us. Miri is one who writes longhand cursive with clipped curves, and excited punctuation. I truly enjoy not only what she writes, but the physical expression of her mind on paper. Each curve and line is a hug (she also doodles in the corners, so I get the fun aspect of her art imagery and art text). It is a long slow process, and I love it. Found this in my archives and thought I’d remind her…
For Dearie Miri
As if a wind blew softly
and a leaf on the wind landed
dancing
on the still water surface of my heart
I guess I heard the ping in you
I see you know this
The gentle ripple of love in my “good morning’ to your story
to your poetry
to your words
to your own internal phoenix fire
resting patiently under the still water surface
of you
How quiet it is
how expectant
pregnant with a destiny that is
on the surface
unknown
but underneath,
fully engaged
With words, song and prayer,
TiMo
