About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Daily Cascade
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.
Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.
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Prompt: New Ideas
In what ways can one make room for new ideas to emerge and grow for any situation in any area?
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Just as a garden needs space, light, and nourishment for plants to grow, my mind needs openness, stillness, and curiosity, which I can't get all the time, but I do get it in bits and pieces. Maybe that's why my ideas take root in bits and pieces.
Then, just maybe there is a reason for that. Sometimes, my mind is too full, with opinions, feelings, pro or con, and old and weary assumptions. Then, I try to give it a rest and disconnect.
A while afterwards, I empty it...my mind that is... from clutter as much as I can by asking myself, "what if I'm wrong?"
And I search and listen, just like I did with today's prompt in "Dew Drop Inn" , I hadn't even heard of death cafes before. My first reaction was, "Why are people so stupid to discuss grim subjects like that? Don't they have any guts to accept life as is?" But then, I thought it over and came to the conclusion that, as human beings we are entitled to use any means in order to face difficult subjects.
It was like playing in a play space, and I enjoyed writing that poem. I like play because play invites experimentation without the pressure of results. This is when ideas often arrive when I am not trying to force them and I am patient with uncertainties. This puts me in a receptive mode. Then, clarity comes with time and a bit of work.
Sometimes, what emerges isn’t a new idea but a new question, and this is fine, too. Now, that I'm almost done chewing the fat on this subject, my kitchen waits for me to cook for the day. Although cooking is not a new idea, but a distraction to ease and keep my mind on a simpler more user-friendly job.
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