So fellow travelers, while the last few months ran with a kind of Alice down the Rabbit Hole feeling, the chaos often left me too perplexed and exhausted to find the words to process my experience. I was often blessed to find meaning through the writing of other members of my creative tribe. I am sharing this recent post from Tom Atkins with gratitude he found words to express what I cannot.
Even Madness Has its Story.
There is fiberglass in the corner.
Battens balanced on an old beam.
A wooden woman pirouettes.
dust settles over it all,
a strange sort of museum,
no pattern, no themes, items on display
in odd corners and contrasts,
too like your own life,
and yet, in time you begin to see
that even madness has its story to tell
and a logic that becomes comfortable:
not quite true,
but beautiful none the less.
About this poem
Somehow this poem went from a poem about settling into a schedule, to whatever this is. Mondays do weird things to us sometimes.
The picture was taken at Salem Art Works.
Tom
murisopsis
/ July 10, 2018I hope the swirling vortex of confusion and turmoil has lessened.
sagemtnmom
/ July 11, 2018Thank you for those good wishes. We are all on summer break until September- then benefit of working in a school setting. Time to rest, recuperate, renew and process.