This is Where it Started…
Most of us can point to a place, time, or pivotal moment in our lives when we knew that this is where “it” started. That gift, desire, or longing for a certain something which started penetrating your brain and would not let go.
My “it” occurred in my 5th grade poetry class; that period of uncertainty in my life which resulted in me not knowing who I was. “It” started with singing songs in class in the morning… “it” continued with learning this poem… “Trees”
“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree!”
~ Joyce Kilmer
It evolved from a couple of teachers in a couple of years, to another in high school. They tormented me with word… (in a good sense, if there can be one from this).
That ying and yang of words. Well, I’m not really the ying and yang type…so I will say the sing-song rhymes and rhythms of those poems and songs we were learning. There was a melody within the words as they were caressing each other with magical sounds, and dance within the lines. You see, at that time in my life, I was not allowed to dance. It was against our faith… so I danced with words. They reverberated around and around inside my head. I know, it sounds nutty, but that’s truly how it was. It was me, and one friend of mine, (who it also resonated with)- we would walk up and down our streets singing songs with the heart-felt love of the words that dropped from our lips, driving all of our friends and neighbors crazy.
(To all of our past neighbors, I apologize.)
I couldn’t help myself!
This was my “it,” and I’ve never gotten past “it!”
At times, I’m in deep thought about words which come to me and what they mean. I wonder what I can do with them, and what I can say that will affect others’ moods, thoughts, and wonder of the world around us all… just by placing one word in front of the other. This word in front of that one until what was created in my mind was a foundation of bliss. (awww peace) On it continues with reading, writing, and contemplation of the building of words into art, provoking thoughts, entertainment, and/or worlds around us.
The whole theme of this post came from a conference call last night. A great lesson for many of us, but this wasn’t the lesson… it was just part of a “remember when” exercise. So for now, I’m not qualified to teach that, but I will ask you… and please let me know… do you have an “it” moment, and
Do you remember when you realized, “This is where “it” started?”
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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