Lost (?) Time
4+ hours writing/researching and the whole idea fell apart. Plus the idiot DST time change.
I had such a good idea. It was about staying hopeful and my not writing things that increase anxiety. It was based on Woody Guthrie’s quote:
I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work.
But I started trying to put way too much into it.
Words and stories lose their impact when I lose the emotion. And, sometimes I pollute my writing with too much ‘reason and logic’. And lose the magic.
The Magic. The ‘Fire’ that I love to feel from my writing. It comes from flow and excitement for what I want to say.
And, so a poem:
There is a place
In my soul
Where all things are possible.
The chance of death
The possibility of life
Bungee jumped into Hell.
Drank nectar with the Gods
And Goddesses laughing
At Trickster tricks.
Would they believe
If I told them?
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I have now said something with a bit of Magic.
Dana Sanford ~ 3/11/2019