Tag: writing

Writing on a Timer

I set the timer for 20 minutes. I was afraid to make it 30. The goals is to just write. It occurred to me yesterday that I could surely make myself take 30 minutes each day to write. I’m starting with 20. A start is a start.

A co-worker of mine died last week from something unexpected and rare. He was 33. I’ve known him only the two years or so that I’ve worked where I work. We weren’t friends, but we talked from time to time.We communicated in the project management software environment.

I didn’t know him well, but I knew he was one of the good people in the world. I’ve been thinking about him a lot. I dreamed one night that I was weeping for him.

I believe that he may have planned to end things this way while he was on the other side, between earthly incarnations. Now that I believe in reincarnation and pre-birth planning, I see death in a new light. I want everyone to read/listen to the books I’ve listened to on this topic. In fact, I’ll give you a list right now.

I managed to use most of the writing time making that list. That’s okay. It needed to be done.

This wasn’t much of a writing exercise. Don’t worry, I have more to say. I always have something to say.

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With Words

I’ve seen many crows flying around in my town for the last few days. These are sizable birds. When I see birds I think they must have a message for me. Maybe some of them do. Crows are able to recognize people’s faces. Is there a crow out there that knows me?

My life as a normal person is not at all interesting, so I try and convince myself that the presence of these crows in the sky has some mystical meaning.

I could be expressing gratitude for the uneventful life I lead. I’m not in a wildfire, or getting tear-gassed as I try and cross a border with my child. I have food, shelter, a car, devices that can access the internet, and a lot of stuff that I’d like to get rid of because I have a problem with clutter. Still, it feels as if there is something I’m missing. There’s something that I’m doing wrong.

Sometimes it helps to escape into art making.

Digital mixed media picture of crow
Digital mixed-media collage by Laura McCain Reed

The act of writing a poem also provides relief.

Wouldn’t it be be nice to be able to eat a giant chocolate candy bar whenever the craving strikes? I understand people who use food as a drugs. I see why people get high and drunk. We all need to escape the mundane.

This existential anxt is likely a product of seasonal affective disorder. Things should get better when winter comes and days begin to get longer.

For now, I’ll keep looking for messages from birds and making meaning with words.

Note to self

Don’t even think about writing a poem about writing a poem.

That’s just the type of thing you like to do, isn’t it? I know your type.

And please don’t start choreographing some modern dance piece where you stand on stage and talk about Doris Humphrey, asymmetry, and the difference between a skip and a hop.

No one needs that!

Photographer taking a picture

And for God’s sake, don’t take pictures of people taking pictures. Or pictures of cameras.

Do not paint an infinite painting of a painter painting a painter painting a painter painting a painter.

You will break the universe.

Is that what you want?

Digital painting

Climbing up hope

Mountain climber

Understanding is knowing

Knowing becomes believing

Faith engenders hope

That slippery rope

We climb and climb and climb so high

And fall so very far

Then we learn again

That understanding is fleeting

Knowing is not a guarantee

Believing might be delusion

After all the climbing and falling we come to see

Faith and hope as necessity

Digital art