March 13th, 2008
And so what soothes the soul after
the pounding, the wounding, the surrounding?
What opens it, spills it, lays it down
Who lets it in, says just stay here
or fly, it’s up to you
And at last the fluttering, the humming, the dance
It stops, for an eon, a second
A butterfly cocooned, not the other way around
What soothes your soul? I have a few, too few, peace makers that instantly calm my mind, anxiety or restlessness.
These are the things I can always count on to help me remember who I am, or at the very least, who I’m becoming…
Here’s a brief list. Then again, I don’t have many. I’m working on that.
- The Indigo Girls — I thank the universe, its stars and God in his heaven for the Indigo Girls. Their lyrics are poems set to music, and best of all, as they sing, you hear their heartbreak, the desolation, the anger, the whatever, motivated them to write the song. Authenticity. It just doesn’t get any better. If I want to feel empowered, understood or reminded of what matters, I usually listen to Strange Fire, Language or the Kiss, or the Wood Song. And while all of those are on earlier IG albums, ANY CD, and just about ANY of their songs are keepers. Instant soul salves.
- Reading Poetry. I love the twists words make, the roads they travel, the holes they burrow into, and when they pop up from underground to shine in the sun. Poems heal me, yes, yes they do, alleluia. I find myself really loving some of the unpublished poetry I read, mainly from other bloggers, like this one, or this, but I also love the masters. Pablo Neruda summed it up with he said:
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
(From his poem, Poetry.)
- Writing Poetry. I’m no good at it, but the second I sit down to write, it’s as if I stop spinning while the world continues on, and I pluck its clouds.
- My Family. Look, I’m going to be honest. While my kids and husband also kick my soul and get me to running toward an Indigo Girls CD, when we’re quiet with each other, not just in words, but in spirit, it’s sublime. Nothing, nothing like communing with your other souls.
Anyone else have some soul soothers to share? I need some more.