I discovered a gift totally by accident this morning.
To share that, here’s a clue that made this possible.
It’s a quote from the incredible book, “POETIC MEDICINE,
The Healing Art of Poem-Making” by John Fox.
“As the traditional medicine of many peoples demonstrates,
disease can be treated with images.
The patient, for her part, needs to see the images of her
healing, just as any of us in distress might look for the
stories and images wrapped in our complaints.
But she shouldn’t bring them too close to her, making
them too close to her, making them too personal,
or they will break apart.
We can only approach the gods through poetry,
and if the disease is the disguise of the gods,
then our medicine will be full of art and image.”
ART AND IMAGE, the very stuff of my Inner Portraits!
I sat here and wrote down, without pause or editing,
the understanding of the gift of my ‘gift’.
Here it is:
An Inner Portrait, to be so close …
I open myself to you, sitter, utterly,
and desire nothing from you.
Imagine the delight of being close,
to be in the presence of another and to have
the peace and clarity of no desire except
that of witnessing your beauty and giving you
the gift of insight, maybe.”
I could edit that by saying ‘sharing with you’
instead of ‘giving you’. I said “without pause
or editing” and so I’ve typed it as it was.
If I could believe I could write poetry, I’d
be able to say what joy this brings to me,
to actually see what I do in this light.
with love …