progress and poetry
My thoughts continue to jumble. When I sit down to write, nothing comes bubbling up. It’s too soon for some things, maybe too late for others. I have things to say, but I don’t know what they are.
Today I found someone new (to me), talking about doing art daily, which became writing poetry daily, for two months.
Now that I’ve released the label of Pagan, when I read the writings or look at the photographs of Pagans, I feel connected to them in a different, deeper way than before. I now realize the label paradoxically introduced distance between us. Without my own matching label, I’m free to accept them where they are. Since I’m no longer like them (in theory anyway), I can be whoever I am, in all my complexity.
I like labels for a lot of things, because I like organizing and systematizing. I love taxonomy.
But now I’m coming to understand that labels can limit. Of course labels limit how other people see us. But I didn’t realize labels limit how I feel about myself. Labels constrain what I’m allowed to be. I like tags better. In my mind, at least, tags for photographs on Flickr or tags in blog posts just name elements that matter, but no element is considered a totality of identity. All the elements in aggregate create a cloud of identity.
A cloud seems easier to update/modify/let go of discrete labels.
Anyway, I decided I would write a poem today, to celebrate making progress on my new venture.
a walk in the woods
damp dirt underfoot
lacy stalks towering
hummingbird hovers, then zooms away
spider’s woven wheel glistens – see the hole?
red stars, green spears
sparkling strands hide in the overhang
moth preens amongst purple
bees dart in and around
buds unspin, unspool, swish and swirl
cup of absinthe flowers and fades, all in one day
who is my neighbor?