Big
This is, perhaps, the year to learn to be big.
Spruce tree big. Cliffside big. Big as mesa,
as mountain lake. Big as in cosmos, as in love.
Being small has never served me— constricting,
contorting, trying to fit into a room, into shoes,
into a name. Let this be the year to escape all those little
rules with those little shoulds, all those little
cages with their little locks. Time to make of myself
a key, time to lean into immensity. Time to supersize
communion, time to grow beyond self. Time to
open, to unwall, to do as the universe does,
accelerating as it expands, not rushing toward
something else, but changing the scale of space itself.
by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
(paintings by Polly Castor)
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4 Comments
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These are lovely…..
Get big! -
I just LOVE this Polly – thank you …. and the paintings, too!
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Ex—pan–sive poetry!
Makes me breathe deeply….stretch…..relaxxxxx.
Thank you.
(I Enjoy the bright and happy painting, too!) -
The poet and the artist–leaning into expansive feeling. The result so beautiful! The paintings are glorious!
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