I started a poetry MOOC yesterday. One of the presenters talked about her technique of collecting words she encountered through her day. When she was ready to write, she intuitively combined different parts of her collection and found pleasing rhythm and observation. Today I cross trained my poetry lesson into CreativeSprint: collection and juxtaposition.
In the long run,we shake out lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility. — Eleanor Roosevelt
My favorite tool for creating shape is a familiar pair of scissors. I would welcome a pair of scissors that could trim out clutter, tiresome relationships, and ill-conceived ventures. Maybe I need to do some shaking out first. I can let loose of useless perspectives and meaningless habits. I can be selective about companionship. Then I am going shopping for new scissors.
Silence is not the absence of sound. Silence allows many sounds to reach awareness that otherwise would go unheard — the sounds of birds, water, wind, trees, frogs, insects, and chipmunks, as well as conscience, daydreams, intuitions, and wishes. — Thomas Moore