"For the Artist at the Start of Day"
May morning be astir with the harvest of night;
Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,
Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse
That cut right through the surface to a source.
May this be a morning of innocent beginning,
When the gift within you slips clear
Of the sticky web of the personal
With its hurt and its hauntings,
And fixed fortress corners,
A Morning when you become a pure vessel
For what wants to ascend from silence,
May your imagination know
The grace of perfect danger,
To reach beyond imitation,
And the wheel of repetition,
Deep into the call of all
The unfinished and unsolved
Until the veil of the unknown yields
And something original begins
To stir toward your senses
And grow stronger in your heart
In order to come to birth
In a clean line of form,
That claims from time
A rhythm not yet heard,
That calls space to
A different shape.
May it be its own force field
And dwell uniquely
Between the heart and the light
To surprise the hungry eye
By how deftly it fits
About its secret loss.
"For the Artist at the Start of Day"
There were so many inspiring elements my artist’s retreat in San Gimignano which I hope to incorporate into my everyday. One I hope to continue is starting the day with an inspiration poem, blessing, prayer or prose.
Michael Dowling always seems to know what to read to his groups. This was true in all the classes that I’ve taken with him, and so true during this retreat. We, as an artist community, would meet every morning with a reading and conversation, an ideal way to start a day of creating. One author that Michael shares often is John O'Donohue. I have found his words very inspiring.
Many times I would transcribe the reading in my sketchbook as I found that writing the words out helped me to really understand ideas and such.
I hope to do more inspiring morning reading and wish to share some here. And more of the magic that I discovered on my retreat to come!!!
peace
