April 02, 2013
BY Jenni Astramowicz1
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It seems like it has been forever since I was on my Artist's Way; with its
daily morning pages scribbled in pencil on college ruled composition books that
became tea and tear stained over the course of many months, seasons.
It seems like even longer since
I sat at the keyboard, with the light from the screen illuminating an otherwise
dark apartment with the flickering shadow dance of the muse. My tea on the window sill growing cold as the
tales wove through my fingers (and the tail swished as Lionel walked by the
keyboard).
And yet I am here again. On the edge of an intention. To write – a poem a day in April. To resume my writing that I abandoned in the
ruff as I wandered and tripped my way into other things; training, ‘day jobs’,
unrequited love…
I fear I will be rejected, that
too much time has passed, that no explanation would repair or bridge the gaping
hole my absence has caused.
But then I remembered the words
offered to me when I confessed these fears to a chosen mother as she welcomed
me back into the fold.
“All you have to do is say – ‘hello’”
And just like that, I have returned to the path.
