Weeding through some works from back in the days of fashioning myself a “poet” as I’ve mentioned in previous posts:) I found a Christmas card given to me by another poet. After reading the card, I became really humbled by it and I’ll tell you why in a bit. The card led me to make a list of all the things I’m humbled by. Here goes:
2. Death. Transitioning into death. The face of grief…
4.Innocence/Trust children have which can sometimes lead to abuse &
their violent demise.
5. Wisdom of the elderly
6. Mother Nature- her beauty & her devastation
And then, there are the folks who have done & continue to do great things, without an ulterior motive. The card that brought this post about came from a young poet who was new to the city. I’d invited her to come to a poetry reading & share her work. She did and her work was fantastic! The card reads, in part:
“I was lost in a world without words. I had forgotten them. You invited me into your world of words I had forgotten and helped me find myself.”
Women of authencity, what are you humbled by?