I have just met Kira Freed who found the blog online and wrote to me to tell me about her project: http://www.processartjournal.com. She is a huge proponent of “process art” a name I’ve not heard before but a concept I have lived and supported for the last 16 years. Here’s her link that tells about it: Process Art. She is embarking on a year-long project to actively make process art every single day, and blog about it, for this current year. I know what a commitment that is! So I wanted to support her and introduce all of you to Kira and her project. I thought a perfect way to do that would be to publish one of her favorite poems on this Wisdom Wednesday. I encourage you to all go to her blog. I’m reading it every day and am finding it very inspiring.
(the title is from a tarot card reading)
by Marge Piercy
Under a sky the color of pea soup
she is looking at her work growing away there
actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans
as things grow in the real world, slowly enough.
If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water,
if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food,
if the sun shines and you pick off caterpillars,
if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs and the bees,
then the plants flourish, but at their own internal clock.
Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot tell always by looking what is happening.
More than half a tree is spread out in the soil under your feet.
Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree.
Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden.
Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make sugar.
Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses.
Live a life you can endure: make love that is loving.
Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in,
a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us
interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs.
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth,
the harvest comes.
Love to you all,