Today, like every other day,
we wake up empty and frightened.
Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.


Ahh so lovely! Poetry and Art so often stir – that fast flush, gush of infatuation with the ever evolving beauty of the Planet. Experiences with nature move through the corners, planes and cut edges of poets and artists like light shining through a diamond – casting ever new rainbows and inviting us to pause and kiss the ground!

Blue bird by Barbara Amos

Writing and reading poetry, perhaps we might say, the practise of poetry has become a place of deep joy over the last few years. The practise of poetry provides a way, like meditation to be present in the moment, attentive and open.

Mary Oliver provides the mantra and the invitation, ” Pay Attention, Be Astonished, and Tell Someone”. It has been my huge pleasure and privilege to attend a poetry weekend hosted by Hillhurst United Church, featuring Richard Osler, for about 5 years in a row. Richard creates a wonderful space for trying poets at any stage, whether we are tourists or residents!

I attend these workshops some years, having not written a single poem since the year before. Other years, the poems have been popping out every time I put pen to paper. In fact, these days when I am writing just for myself and the universe (i.e. not for a blog), the words seem to rarely come in a straight line.

And it is addictive! This is something I haven’t heard from other poets. It is truly addictive, the creative process of being a bystander to the unexpected process of words arranging themselves on a page is . . . humm, how about a poem to help . .

Humm I am sad.

I wanted to write a poem.

I wanted to reach down and take the small warm hand of a poem,

clasp it in mine and gently hoist its warm willing body into my arms.

Hold it close to my breast – no space

and breathe with it for a little while.

All soft, the human smell of head and hair

At rest.

So much


for us


Sarah Arthurs

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