Rose Petal Heart by Marion
Words For It
By Julia Cameron
I wish I could take language
and fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
"There, there," my words would say–
or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
"Hush" and "Shh, shhh, it's all right."
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
and daub and soothe and cool
where fever blisters and burns,
where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
and heal the words that were the wounds
you have no names for.
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"For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die." ~Anne Lamott, from "Bird by Bird"
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I have no words of my own this week. I'm January-ed out, blank, ready for February and the promise of Spring. I love this poem by Julia Cameron from her amazing book, "The Artist's Way" and have it taped on my closet door. It's exudes love and comfort to me and I hope it does the same for you. xoxoxo
Love & Blessings,
Marion
