Today was the day I decided to spend time reflecting on my last 6 months with my One Little Word. Ali Edwards, who has put together the prompts I am using in this process, has a long questionnaire for June’s reflection. Having participated in this project for a few years now, these types of prompts are not my favorite. I like the creative ones where I use photos, song lyrics or poetry. A straight up list of questions is rather dry and daunting.
But – because I have done this a few times now – I’ve come to learn the value of this step. For one thing, forcing myself to answer questions chosen by someone else leads me to new discoveries. For example – “are there companion words cropping up this year,” “what is stopping you from fully embracing your word and your intentions for yourself?”
Since I always dip into the dictionary when I’m writing, I discovered a new word too. It is a practice I knew about, just not the word for it: kedge – to move (a ship) by means of a line attached to a small anchor dropped at the distance and in the direction desired
I think my monthly play with my one little word is an exercise in kedging – putting a figurative anchor out in a direction I want to go and pulling myself toward it.
a healthy sized desk in front of sunny windows
with a view of the children’s garden rimmed with prayer flags,
computer, books, more books,
mementoes tucked amongst them,
photographs of loved ones plastered on one wall,
a vase of wilting yellow roses,
faded petals fallen to the the floor,
pretty things tucked here and there
capturing one’s eyes
this is the workspace of a loving
and well loved
there is no scent like that of summer
there are no evenings like those of June’s longest days
there is nothing like a glass of wine,
a bowl of potato chips,
and a game of Quiddler
with a hubby who doesn’t mind losing
most of the time
we walked in the drizzle
engaged in conversation and oblivious to the fact we were getting damp
I just needed talk,
narrating, caustic at times and flippant,
walking the keen edge of my self doubt,
not wanting to feel despair
so poking fun at myself,
taking a breath to express
oh well, moving on
so thankful for friends
who will walk with me in the rain
heading to the library
because, after all,
I’m on vacation,
and have more time for reading.
As I drive my ears begin hearing
the classical piece playing,
I come to a stop light.
My breathing slows
and I’m listening
hearing gentle notes of piano
and the soft slide of a violin.
I reach for my pen
urgent to record the name of this piece
and its composer.
The light turns green;
my ears that were so tuned in to music
can’t discern what the radio host is saying.
I travel on to the library and park,
pull my phone from my pocket
and search for what I want to know.
CBC radio2 playlist at 10:10 am
Speigel im Speigel by Arvo Part
I tap and type to look for more information:
Mirror in a Mirror
And I listen again.
So many little minutes in my day
but time melts away with this music,
I drift with infinity
sitting in my car
on the first day of June.