SOLSC 2022 #31 - Reaching for the sky

 

It is March 2022 and time for the

 15th Annual Slice of Life Story Challenge  

Every single day, for all thirty-one days of March,

writers will share stories.

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for creating this supportive community 

of teacher-writers!

Do you like my trees with leaves, Nana?

The trees are in the sky.

A rainbow cloud in the sky.

I made a square.

This drawing and description is from my three year old granddaughter "Frog," and it seemed the perfect closing for this magical month of blogging. 

Thank you 

Two Writing Teachers community 

for sharing stories 

reminding me 

there is a sky filled with 

trees 

rainbow clouds

surprising squares

there is a sky filled with 

writing 

bounteous topics 

many different perspectives 

incredible insight and imagination 

and caring comments, too

there is a sky filled with writing 

and it is endless

I hope to see you on Tuesdays, for weekly slicing!

Apr30Poetry: Magic happens

I'm trying something new, taking a risk this month - participating in
#VerseLove with Sarah Donovan,
hoping to write poetry every day this April.







Today is, sadly, the very last day of this poetry challenge. I am able to write about anything I desire...and I am filled with gratitude for this experience. I am so thankful to Glenda Funk for letting me know about this writing challenge, and for Dr. Sarah Donovan for hosting this incredible writing experience. This was a beautiful way to shelter-in-place.

Magic Happens

Poetic inspiration,

waiting

each morning,

for me to discover.

An enchanted stone,

glistening,

in the morning light,

for me to hold and rub and ponder

throughout the day.

I let my mind absorb the mystery of the invite,

fascinated, curious, mesmerized,

followed by

space

to wonder.

That’s how magic happens.

April days floated by

alongside, inside, around, between, and about,

inspiration,

tapping something deep within,

stirring me,

nudging me,

stretching me

in new directions.

I have marveled at the journey,

nuggets and insight found,

surprising visits to time past,

traveling to the edge of places I still did not dare to go.

The charm of your comments

finding light and sparkle in my verse, 

hidden messages revealed,

illuminating my writing,

welcoming.

That's how magic happens.

The glow and beauty of your poems,

your openness and revelations,

how they captivated and soothed,

appearing like angels,  

letting me know you, as

loving, familiar spirits.

Your words

carried me to new worlds, 

gave me courage to wander there, too, and

provided a glorious shelter-in-place.

A wonderland of poetry shared by you,

this community of teacher writers,

connecting me to you, you to me

creating a lustrous weaving of 

written dreams. 

That’s how magic happens.

Today,

it is fitting that

there is nothing but grey skies

and so much rain,

tears from nature,
where I am.

I am in mourning

that this month has ended.

I’m on my own now.

Yet, I know,

that’s never really true.

Future mornings,

I will find again

magic stones you left behind,

to hold and rub and ponder.

I will treasure.

That’s how magic happens.