Yarrow (angelweed) wrote,

National Blog Posting Month

Having heard of it from Pandora, I decided to participate in NaBloPoMo.

The offerings at the end of the posts are part of my daily practice. I used to offer up a berry every day I was at home. Shortly after camp this year, I woke up from a sound sleep to what sounded like walls falling down -- but since I didn't seem to be dead, I just turned over and went back to sleep. In the morning I found that the berry was gone, and many things on my altar had fallen down. Presumably this was the result of a small critter's successful effort to get the berry. It also seemed like a not-too-subtle hint to change my practice.

So for now I'm offering words. Little poems, when they are poems. Sometimes they're just word salad. I'm of two minds about putting them here. It does make sure I actually do it every day, but it makes the writing more self-conscious. (And leaves the embarrassing ones recorded for posterity.)

Heart's breath,
Creation's fire.
World at play,
Serene desire.

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