Monday, January 9, 2023

Run toward your creative life

 




Cabin window at Hawkscry




Run toward your creative life with all your might
even when, and even because, tears stain the very surface,
the fiber of your creative being.

Isn’t this your truest self?
Isn’t this a pristine beach,
more wild than winter, more vast?

Doesn’t the joy breath of your inner life
smell fresher than new-washed cottons hung in the air?

When the long day finally ends,
and I come close to the inner self,
I pull back the veil.


Annelinde Metzner      

June 2006






Lagoon at the Baba Center








Pine cones











Piano at Wildacres






Sand dune at Ocracoke












1 comment:

  1. What lovely words, which pull something out of me...to explore my creative self again. Thank you.

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