Admire from afar

I receive Brain Pickings in my email box every Sunday morning. Today's column highlighted wonderful line drawings of Every Person in New York: Illustrated. Then... another book of people in San Francisco... line drawings filled in with watercolors. I wish I could draw like that.

So many ways

To view the world;

So many ways

To describe the world.

I try to stand back

Admire from afar

Without being jealous

Of a turn of phrase,

A drawing which captures

That particular gesture.

Never mind.

So many ways

Admire from afar

Add my own sparkle

To the world

By writing every day

By paying attention

To the words

To the pictures others draw

Release what I have done

Into the world

Admire from afar

What others see

Add my words to the mix.

Detail

On some days I could spend the whole time... writing.  Details flow like... well... like water.  Sometimes they ooze like honey, creep down volcanoes like lava.  Sometimes details mix together into new details and they seem completely new, even worth a dance interpretation.  Today is not one of those days.  Today is a singular detail day.

Find one detail.

Write it down.

Draw it.

Dance it.

It may very well be

The most important detail

In the world.

It is this moment*s detail

Seen through your eyes.

It reached out and caught

Your attention.

No one else has seen

This particular detail

In this particular way.

It deserves a mention,

More than a mention.

It may even change

The world.

Find one detail.

Write it down.

Draw it.

Dance it.

How does that work for you?

I often write to figure out where I am right now.  My clients, my friends, my family... they do different things.  Sometimes writing.  Sometimes drawing.  Sometimes yoga.  Sometimes other things.  How does that work for you? I ask.  Then I listen to the answer.

Do you write?

I ask.

Do you draw?

I ask.

You mentioned yoga:

How does that work for you?

The list of questions

They come to me

Out of thin air,

Out of a client*s mouth,

Maybe they fly in

Through the sunlit window.

How does that work for you?

I ask.

I want to know for me.

I want to know for you.

Most of all

I simply want to know.

Perhaps some answers

Are buried there.

Perhaps some answers

Lie on the surface

Ready to be gleaned

Like corn left in the field

After harvest.