From the novel A Window Across the River by Brian Morton:
Writing was … the best way
she had ever found
to express her fascination with life,
her quarrels with life, her questions.
She sometimes thought that even if
what she wrote every day
was doomed to disappear
during the night,
she would keep writing stories,
just to make a daily pilgrimage
to the realm
of mystery and reverence and play.
She didn’t always reach that realm
when she was writing stories,
but merely to turn toward it
was a kind of nourishment
unlike any other.
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I lightened and loosened my work in progress, with pale pale blue oil pastel and splatters of glossy high-flow acrylic.
Then got stuck again, stymied by this work in progress. Does it still need something? It might not. And, if it does, what?
Even not knowing, I'm filled to the brim.
Because, oh, that turning toward.
That realm of mystery and reverence and play.
nourishing work in progress
