Jun 3, 2019
I’ve been writing more lately than in any of the years since college. And one thing I can say with certainty is that once you begin showing up for the writing, the words you choose, the words you notice, begin to change.
Today I want to start you off with some words that inspired me this morning.
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly glittering through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
Breaths of new buds from off some drying lea
With news about the Future scent the sea:
My brain is beating like the heart of Haste:
I'll loose me a bird upon this Present waste;
Go, trembling song,
And stay not long; oh, stay not long:
Thou'rt only a gray and sober dove,
But thine eye is faith and thy wing is love.