To Ponder

As I surf the tide of a new year and the flow of an online class that motors me to the next shore, I am trying to find the swell of goodness that I can pass along. Every day I wake in a blur of half dream ideas and plans, escorting me into consciousness. I mull the mind-fodder at the cusp of possibility in the daylight. What can I bring fresh and uncorrupted to you? How can I present it with clarity? I will let the wind have its way.

I opened a book on Day One of the new session of Threads of Meaning. Here is what I found.

From The Outer Banks by Muriel Ruykeyser

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Sands have washed, sea has flown over us.

Between the two guardians, spiral, truncated wing,

history and these wild birds...

"No bird soars in a calm," said Wilbur Wright.

Dragon of the winds forms over me.

You dance, goddesses in your circle

sea-wreath, whirling of the event

behind me on land as deep in our own lives

we begin to know the movement to come.

Sunken, drowned spirals,

hurricane-dance.