Sunday, January 5, 2020
It's January 5, 2020. To date, four (4) of my 100 word stories and two (2) new poems have been accepted for publication in Spring 2020. I have also received my first rejection of the new year.
I am making a commitment to mindfulness. I did a 20 minute meditation yesterday; and truthfully, the experience was so liberating. I am hoping that these new-to-me tools will make the difference in my living. I want "out" of the things that bottle me up. After I did the meditation, I felt stress-free. No aches or pains. A clear mind.
I am working on some poetry reviews right now.
Hoping to have them done and sent to the journals by the end of this upcoming week. I have been thinking about the difference between details and images. I have an upcoming course on Metaphor this semester. I have selected some wonderful texts. Hopefully, my students will be willing to jump into this challenging material. It requires imagination and wonder, which I think is the key to success in all types of work. The challenge is to present this task of engaging one's imagination and wonder without making any of them feel self-conscious. It's like being a circus performer, straddling two galloping gray horses; one is called 'rational' and the other is 'irrational,' but both are dependent on each other, in order to turn so many revolutions around the ring, until there is a new way of seeing and thinking and talking about art.
I have been writing a lot poems with cloud imagery(metaphor). I live in landscape that has magnificent skies, due to the Great Lakes, Ontario and Erie. It's also linked to the ephermeral nature
of living and writing poetry, which is very different from writing fiction or nonfiction; yet, all will get me through the oncoming years and what I can and can't control. Things are changing, moment to moment; things living and dying in the course of day, hour, minute, nanosecond . . . What am I going to say to my students this semester? What am I going to say to myself as the days gain light, marching towards Spring and Summer, and another turn around the ring.
So much depends on balance, and keeping on.