For the last post of the month, I’m keeping it short and sweet.
Below you’ll find a collage, a poem, and a roundup of links to things mentioned throughout the month (and some other discoveries on the theme of Rooting into Self).
I also want to leave you with the 9-minute song, “Springtime Again” by Sun Ra and his Intergalactic Myth Science Solar Arkestra (this band name is *chef’s kiss* perfect).
Released in 1979 as part of the 3-song album, “Sleeping Beauty” - the whole album is fantastic - it’s a song I listen to every spring. It’s been on repeat for the last week, and seems the most fitting intro to this month’s final collage & poem.
The poem of the week is: “Letter to a Gardener”
Why should a seed be shamed for refusing to grow in between stones? Isn’t the humiliation enough? One’s only purpose: denied, or maybe just dragged out - a Saturnine fate for our little dream-seed, sent to traverse deserts of stones full of snakes and shadows. (We can’t all be purple-edged lushness water-heavy cucumbers and shamrock carpets of green every day, every year.) Sometimes, we feed the birds. Sometimes, we keep rolling with the winter winds into caverns of deep sleep, another decade about to burst, waiting for a new spring to come.
Link Roundup:
Mentioned in Bukowski’s Bluebird / My Lion:
Oliver Burkeman’s “Four Thousand Weeks” (book) & “The Awkwardness Principle” (article)
Audre Lorde’s “A Litany for Survival” (poem)
Bukowski’s “Bluebird” (poem)
Mentioned in Week of the Lies:
Martha Beck’s: “The Way of Integrity” (book)
Mentioned right now:
Steff Calla’s “Since We’re Here” (Substack) ← a writer with a hilarious and insightful voice, whose essays show what it’s like to move past boulders of self-doubt
Rick Rubin’s “The Creative Act: A Way of Being” (book) ← recommended to me by everyone, and for good reason. Pure, creative wisdom. “Rick Rubin is known for something else: creating a space where artists of all different genres and traditions can hone in on who they really are and what they really offer.”
Love the collage - so descriptive! And what hope for one who does not sprout like all the others.