Friends,
During last month’s writing session that our paid members can join monthly, someone shared that they need a little bit of chaos or they will feel out of sorts. And I really resonated with that!
Sometimes stripping away all chaos sort of leaves us with nothing—we need some chaos because it teaches us how to manage and organize and lean into the stillness, into the quiet, doesn’t it?
But where’s the line? Where does chaos turn from positive to problematic? How much is too much for us to handle? I think based on our life experiences, our nervous systems, our stories, we all might have varying answers to this.
So the goal here isn’t to eliminate chaos, but it’s to be aware of the kind that is too much. I’m talking about the political, social, economic chaos that we are living in, a rise in authoritarianism and fear around the globe. I’m talking about the chaos that comes when the powerful have too much power. That’s a form of chaos that we have to still ourselves in.
Today’s prompt is WORDS.
It’s simple. It’s why we’re here.
If you appreciate what we’re doing here, please share with friends, invite others to join us—it’s never too late to read or write poetry, you’re never too late to find the words that bring you peace.
A stick, a stone, a word of loathing will absolutely break me. A word of hope of medicine will absolutely heal me. A word of seeing of being of presence will absolutely change me. And you, your words your soul on pages will absolutely fill me.
The prompt is words, and I have none.
Funny, that - that I ever thought I could have,
as if something as slippery as a word
could possibly be owned by anyone.
They visit me, and I am lucky
if they simply allow me to
move them around.
coven of she-wolves
listen to their mother speak,
her low howl pushed out
from pregnant belly, words curled like
smoke through damp canyon cave,
circle of bone
became stone
in human hand,
became thin lines
I carved upon those walls.