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  • April 30th, 2011 | 11:25 PM
Poem a Day #30

And so at last, a month of poems comes to an end. I feel like I should finish the month with a bang though I think poem #29 was pretty bangworthy. I also think I'm finally "getting" some of what I need to be getting . . . I'm not finished. Not with writing poems or telling stories or making art. New chapters of my life are waiting to be written. It's all in the journey.

When I decided to take March as a month devoted to play I did it because I was afraid of something. I was afraid that after all I had gone through in my life, all I had endured and overcome, all I had challenged myself to learn, well I was afraid it still wasn't enough. I was finally in a safe place where I had the freedom to write, to create, whatever I wanted or needed to create. I had all the love and support a creative person could want. I had a family I loved, a home I loved, work I loved to do and friends to share it all with.

And I looked around at my wonderful life and I thought, "Sheesh, here I am, finally, and I don't know how to be happy."

That's sorta what I had hoped the month of play would help me learn how to do . . . how to be happy. But all that thinking while I was playing with paint and collage helped me learn something unexpected. Knowing how to be happy wasn't the problem.

I have always written/created from a place of pain and used my writing to help me make sense out of my world.

Surprise. I'm not in pain anymore.

Now I'll have to learn to create from this new place, a place of questioning....which is always a good basis for story-telling.

Poem a Day #30

It's really so very simple,
this job of mine.

Journey forth on grand adventures,
record the moments,
then share my findings
with those who care to listen.

The best stories will be found
in bits and pieces,
focused fragments,
of a life well lived.

© 2011 Susan Taylor Brown.  All rights reserved.

There are so many stories only you can tell.Tell them, please.


( 5 comments — Leave comment )
May 1st, 2011 12:42 pm (UTC)
Happy May!

Again, thanks for letting us be part of your journey of discovery. To have replaced pain with questioning must be worth these past months of exploration!
May 1st, 2011 12:57 pm (UTC)
What a huge realization. I love the surprise of realizing you're not in pain and look forward to what comes next!
May 1st, 2011 01:59 pm (UTC)
Ah, dear sister, it seems traits run in the family whether blood related or not. I like your thought about being in a new place of questioning. I think I'll join you.

May 1st, 2011 02:24 pm (UTC)

Here's wishing you a continued life well lived, Susan.
May 2nd, 2011 07:21 pm (UTC)
So true.
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Who am I?I was born on the Cancer/Leo cusp and share a birthday with Ernest Hemingway and Robin Williams. The similarities don't stop there as I can go from depressed to ecstatic without ever passing go. I feel scared most of the time though my friends call me brave and I find it easier to believe in my friends than to believe in my own abilities to make what I want out of my life.

Who am I? A wife, a mother, a daughter, and even, gulp, a grandmother.

Who am I? A writer who never gets tired of playing with words, even when the words are hard to find. A writer of books for children and articles for grown-ups and many things in-between.

Who am I? A motivational speaker, writing instructor, workshop leader and full-time follower of dreams.

Who am I? Read and find out.

Susan Taylor Brown

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