This March, writing daily became like breathing.
The terrain varied.
Downhill and uphill.
Some days took more out of me than others.
Some were worth it.
not so much.
My writing journey mirrors my teaching practice.
Both are challenges.
Writing about teaching helps keep both alive.
I suppose if I were to journal daily,
I would have a similar response.
But, writing in the company of others provides a dimension
that keeps me coming back
again and again.
On difficult days.
On days when I think I have nothing to say. The community calls and welcomes all.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers. And thank you, fellow Slicers, for the community and for journeying with me. Read more slices here.
By Nikki Giovanni
It’s a journey . . . that I propose . . . I am not the guide . . . nor technical assistant . . . I will be your fellow passenger . . .
Though the rail has been ridden . . . winter clouds cover . . . autumn’s exuberant quilt . . . we must provide our own guide-posts . . .
I have heard . . . from previous visitors . . . the road washes out sometimes . . . and passengers are compelled . . . to continue groping . . . or turn back . . . I am not afraid . . .
I am not afraid . . . of rough spots . . . or lonely times . . . I don’t fear . . . the success of this endeavor . . . I am Ra . . . in a space . . . not to be discovered . . . but invented . . .
I promise you nothing . . . I accept your promise . . . of the same we are simply riding . . . a wave . . . that may carry . . . or crash . . .
It’s a journey . . . and I want . . . to go . . .
Poetry Friday is hosted at Amy Ludwig VanDerwater’s blog The Poem Farm,