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Welcome to WRITERS JOURNAL 2015: This is an archive-in-progress of resources to motivate, inspire, encourage and support you in your 2014 writing and art adventures: dreaming, thinking, creating, evolving, discovering, being. If you are a Storyteller, consider posting your Stories on Cowbird, “A small community of Storytellers."
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Write Now! Pretend you are an Astronaut, circling our Home Planet, and looking down on her seas and desert sands, her alps and wildflower-filled valleys, her clouds and her swirling storms. Write a love poem to Earth, sharing with her what you wish for her future. Use specific imagery, draw on familiar landscapes that you love, memories of connection and joy, and meditate on your chosen role as a passenger on our big blue space ship.
"If the earth were only a few feet in diameter, floating a few feet above a field somewhere, people would come from everywhere to marvel at it. People would walk around it marveling at its big pools of water, its little pools, and the water flowing between the pools. People would marvel at the bumps on it, and the holes in it, and they would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it and the water suspended in the gas. The people would marvel at all the creatures walking around the surface of the ball and at the creatures in the water. The people would declare it sacred because it was the only one, and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt. The ball would be the greatest wonder known, and people would come to pray to it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty, and to wonder how it could be. People would love it and defend it with their lives because they would somehow know that their lives, their own roundness, could be nothing without it. If the Earth were only a few feet in diameter..."
What does this blessing below call forth in you? Write a blessing for yourself, for your journey ahead, into the Unknown of 2012, in all its mystery and promised changes. Love the things you cannot know. Welcome the Sacred Path, and celebrate your new birth into the cosmos!
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets' towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you - beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.”