Read a new poet

       As a very young child I walked the long city blocks with my Mother to the public library.  The old wooden floors, the scent of paper and the rows of books captivated me.  Even more impressive was my Mother's ability to find one from a shelf and introduce me to a new world.  Books were magical that way.  To have two pieces of cardboard and mere sheets of paper take you to another place...simply wondrous.  My most memorable trip included a find of sonnets.  Even as a young girl the beauty of words placed together by Wordsworth mystified me.
     Of course I went through the horrible poetry phase myself.   I would try to find that magic and occasionally would surprise myself but mostly it was garbage.   Though I don't read as much as I'd like to there is just something about language that gets me.  Really good writing sucks me in.  I devour it like a meal...savoring every layered sauce, discerning every herb, tasting it and all its complexities.   We all know how much we cherish a good meal when we are not the ones who have prepared it.
     This past year I got back to reading.  Some classics, some new.  A few amazing and a few I might have skipped...but I was reading again.  I was losing myself in the pages of a book to escape the world that had become my reality.  One of my other passions is to find something NEW.  So, to combine poetry and a shiny discovery was perfect.  I am very grateful for the suggestions and have poked around at the buffet table of new dishes waiting to be ingested.
  
 Some of my favorites:

"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,
they're in each other all along."
Rumi

Wow, to get all of that power in just a few lines....mmmm.

I also read Anais Nin and could bog down this entire post with her words.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk to blossom."
It was pointed out to me of how appropriate that sentiment is at this moment.

     I was also inspired to read Kenneth Fearing and chomped on those words as well.  Delicious morsels to be had.
     I am very grateful to have taken the opportunity to listen to the universe.  I was feeling stuck as to my new endeavor and something told me to throw out the invitation for help.  The feedback was perfect for what I needed at the moment.  I have been excited ever since and can't wait to read more.
    The world is full of words.  We all have use of the same ones and yet we all have different sequences for them.  We can bend and twist and push and pull and create something new.   Something beautiful can be born.   Our hearts can mend, our spirits can be brightened, our souls can be renewed.  Thank you for transporting me once again to the beauty of the poem.