Stumbing Over This and Landing On That

For the last year and who knows how long before I have been floundering around trying to figure out what the heck I will do with the chunk of life I have left to live here in the wilderness of earth. I have been writing this blog haphazardly for over six years now through all of ups and downs and in and out of crisis and calm, 61/2 years of writing is longer than I did anything consistently besides being married. I have not been very good at keeping a strong commitment to my writing or art lately, what with full time work and studying to be physical therapist assistant, as well as pulling myself out of the emotional well of the last year and a half that the separation from my wife threw me into. But, I feel like I am gaining my balance in the sunlight of a new way of living and want to be much more consistent about my blogging. So I hope committing myself to at least one post a week will work. I am sure it will and maybe even two if I am moved and do not have a lab weekend to contend with.

Anyway, I just finished reading Lucille Clifton’s “Blessing the Boats” her book of poems from 2000. I love reading women poets who can express so clearly and viscerally what it is to be a woman, because not being one, I am curious and intrigued. Lucille Clifton is so good at doing this as well as imparting so strongly her experience as an African-American, a human being, a literate person, a member of a family and every thing else that is Lucille Clifton. I feel I have lived a little while in the mind of another, and that is what I look for in poetry. The title poem is one that really struck me as one I will use like Mary Oliver’s “Wild Geese” when sending anyone out to do the work of their life. Here it is. I hope it sends you out into the world bravely with a wind at your back.

Blessing the Boats

(at St. Mary’s)

May the tide

that is entering even now

the lip of our understanding

carry you out

beyond the face of fear.

May you kiss

The wind then turn from it

certain that it will

love your  back.  May you

open your eyes to water

water waving forever

and may your innocence

sail through this to that.

Lucille Clifton

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