Tuesday, May 18, 2021

To The River


 Saw this quote tucked away 
where I'd forgotten about it.
I'm grateful for the reminder.

Seeing an iris blooming
where it wasn't "supposed" to
and a Turk's Cap 
I thought was long gone,
feels beautiful as well.
kastilwell





Monday, May 17, 2021

Our Own Lips Speaking


It's not so much about finding the words to say,
it's more about keeping them cheerful and upbeat.
That's not to say lamentation and flat out wailing aren't allowed.
They are part of our human condition.
However, I believe it's better done mostly in private...
others have their own griefs and tragedies.
It takes a uniquely special skill to be present
with another in the throes of their anger and/or their agony.
It takes self awareness, bravery and practice
to be present to another's sorrow
without drowning in it, yourself.
(In my opinion.)
To all those who sit with others in their pain,
a genuflection to your brave humanity.
kastilwell

Friday, May 14, 2021

New Rules


"Create your own path" and "you're not alone" are the two take away's for me.
Abby's interview with Brene Brown was exceptionally inspiring, 
especially if you have young women in your life.
kastilwell

 

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Allow Your Life Naturally, Quietly Unfold


Exasperation was my experience,
as I attempted to venture away from
Victoria's work to other favorite poets.
When my expectations were not realized,
I returned to this most appropriate quote.  
I'm grateful it has led me to 
"allow my life (to) naturally, quietly unfold."
May you find the same.
KAStilwell

Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Rushing River of Purity


 It gives me great hope to encounter poetry like this from our next generation.  
While I consider her "young", in my opinion, 
this poet's work carries an ancient wisdom.
I find myself sitting back in wonder and awe 
at her mastery in dancing with words.
She brings to mind Hafiz, and Rumi, (only in female form).
I confess to more than a little envy, 
however,  I rejoice in her skill and appreciate her brilliance.
kastilwell

PS:  This is an excerpt from her poem entitled Legless Pilgrim
in her book "Susceptible to Light"




Tuesday, May 11, 2021

What Eyes Cannot Pry Open


It intrigues me to contemplate
what "eyes cannot pry open"
as well as "the infinite places
within language to hide".

The other thing that invites a conversation
is the physical limits imagination can break through.

I'll be thinking about this for awhile.

kastilwell




Monday, May 10, 2021

Live Alongside Life


 It's notable how often I need reminding on this matter.
Whatever grooves are being formed in my brain
are still under construction, apparently.
Radiating can be quiet and gentle.
Undramatic, even.
Being wide awake and aware
doesn't have to be loud
to be fierce and powerful.
Like moss growing across rocks
for centuries.
Like boulders being
polished by the river.
Like roots cracking through cement.
kastilwell