To dream is to fly

Looking up at the gathering clouds, I see two tiny specks flying so high I can barely see them. I realize they are a pair of hawks riding the air currents in and out of the clouds. They swoop and soar - I can only imagine what the world below must look like as they gain altitude then pause just long enough to turn and dive at breakneck speed back towards the earth. I wonder if these are one of the two pairs of red-tailed hawks that I see (and hear) in the field and woods. As I’m imagining what it must feel like to be so free and powerful, I wonder - how high can a red-tailed hawk fly?

Courtesy of a National Geographic search result, I read that hawk pairs (who mate for life) “fly in large circles and gain altitude before the male plunges into a deep dive and subsequent steep climb back to circling height”. A red-tail can circle at over 5,000 feet and when diving, can reach speeds of 120 mph. Amazing as that is, there are certain kinds of geese that can reach 29,000 feet in flight, but the record’s held by a Ruppell’s Griffon Vulture - an astonishing 37,000 feet! (Unfortunately, I believe the winner met his demise in a jet engine…)

Just by watching the hawks, I shared in their exhilaration - the rush of wind, the feeling of lift from a thermal, the absolute freedom of flight. As artistic people, we dream - it’s critical to our spirit and soul. We know what it feels like to experience that unseen lift of inspiration that can take us to new heights of imagination and productivity. We understand laser focus on a goal, and the feeling of freedom that comes from a burst of creativity that transcends time and place. As artists, we are powerful, especially when we simply let ourselves take creative flight and soar!v.

       Seek wonder. Embrace joy!

Supporting article:

The 10 Highest Flying Birds In The World

OBJECT SPEAK

There is pattern and meaning hidden in the objects in our lives. Yes, of course, the parts and pieces that make up a kitchen are there for a purpose. And we routinely change and arrange our living spaces. When we do that we consider things from functionality to color to fengshui. But decorating your home isn’t what I’m talking about. I’m suggesting that we, as poets, begin to see poetic meaning within the forms surrounding us. That we pay attention to the layers of meaning in the objects we see in our world. That we begin to feel and understand the mists that rise from object landscapes.

 Consider this grouping of objects: the clothes basket, which sits on the chair that has a hat slung over the back. Beyond that, it’s the chair that went with the dining room table you grew up with, so, in essence, the clothes basket holding the objects with which you cover yourself with is perched on the object where your father or uncle or aunt sat for Thanksgiving dinners. And the hat, a black Stetson, came from New Mexico and your blue-eyed grandmother looked stunning wearing it.

 So, the poem from all of this could be something like:

 

            Woven wicker seat holds remnants

            of lives rich as warm Southern gravy

            spreading now into shirts, socks, shorts,

            memories of times spent - threadbare

            now, yet crowned with the glory of heritage

            like a stunning black Stetson showing

            off her turquoise band cinched tight.

 

What just happened here? (Ok, hold on, this exercise does make sense…) I looked at a random collection of objects and opened myself to whatever thoughts occurred to me. I remembered something about form, function, history, and purpose. I then wrote about those affects rather than purely describing a chair, clothes basket, and hat.

Look around and give this approach a try - just be open to what comes to you. Initial thoughts may seem nonsensical, but I bet enough of the “spirit” of these things begins to materialize for you to start writing. The wonderful part of this kind of writing is who knows where it comes from and where this particular way of looking at your world will carry you. Enjoy :-)

BEGINNING YOUR ARTISTIC ADVENTURE

More often than not, when I encourage someone to express themselves through art, the first three words I hear are, “Oh, I can’t write / paint / sculpt / dance / play music…” 

Why is “can’t” your impulsive reply? Perhaps because it’s hard to live in today’s world without hearing about someone who is the “best in the school / country / world / universe / wherever” at what she does. We live in a world where almost every moment is spent striving for excellence. With school, sports, friends, or work the pressure to excel is enormous. No wonder it’s easy to compare ourselves to everyone else while conveniently forgetting your most fundamental truth: They are not You. 

Here’s what I suggest: Recognize you are unique. Only one of You exists on the planet at this moment. Your experience and artistry are yours alone. What matters is that you bring your art into the world in whatever way you can, using whatever means you have. Even Beethoven’s 5th Symphony can be played using a Stradivarius or an instrument made from someone else’s trash (look up “The Recycled Orchestra”). But it is always Beethoven’s 5th.

Now back to writing, especially poetry: Begin by writing a word or two or three (via pen and paper, computer, or in your own creative way). The blank space is your canvas – you’re completely free to throw words on it – what you write doesn’t have to be linear across the page, form complete sentences, or make sense. Own that freedom!

Here’s a quick example:

“word.   elegant in its aloneness.  brave enough to appear even though

      sliding

                  down

                             the page

means    standing out     being different.   becoming Art.”

As you begin putting letters and words on a page, your inner muse (yes, you have one) will waken and help you bring your own creation into the world. Go for it, our world needs You and Your Art J.