magic.

a poem a day in the month of may

Friends, I hope you’re having a lovely weekend.

We only have 10 more days of poetry writing together, can you believe it?! I’m so grateful, again, to all of you for being here, for jumping in from wherever you are to read or write, to ask what poetry means to us.

Before we head into our poetry, I wanted to share one quick word about the mini-retreats I’m hosting in June on the 8th and the 10th! We had our first retreat this last week, and it was really beautiful, a time to gather in with hot tea, coffee, a blanket, a candle, and a journal, and spend time with ourselves and one another for an hour and a half.

We journaled, broke into groups for a few minutes, spent some time in our own imaginations, and yes, wrote poetry. If you’d like to join me and Krissy Kludt for one of the next dates, please check it all out right here.

Please note that today, Sunday, is the last day to order the optional care package for the June dates. So grab yours now!

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Today’s word is magic, and it’s a word I really love. I’m so curious to learn what it means to you.

Magic was an evil word,

a lot like the words

meditation

or

secular.

Magic was

the opposite of

God and those

who practiced it

or even saw it

were evil, too.

How funny, now

that I see,

magic has always 

been there, guiding me,

and perhaps my own 

ancestors knew it

before they had words

for Mamogosnan or

Segmekwe or

Kche Mnedo or

so much more.

Magic was the essence,

the spirit,

the good,

the beautiful,

and it still is,

in and around us,

surviving and teaching

us to stay curious

and to look for the glory

wherever we can find it.

Magic wasn’t ever evil,

but the bubbles and

prisons we created

around ourselves

to block our own

souls off from the world

kept us trapped

and unable.

Now, we learn to

be expansive.

Now, we learn

to fly.