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Friday, March 27, 2015

Daily Practice

Here is what showed up today in my daily writing practice.

Each morning I fill a large sheet of rice paper with brush handwriting,
following the touch of hair on paper, the lively letterforms, and my thoughts -
often beginning with the observable world and finding, at the end,
what is close and intimate.

It is interesting to me that I wrote there was "nothing to publish"
and then felt the pull to send this out after all . . . perhaps there was nothing to lose.

Sharing in the spirit of offering handwriting as a path of connection.

Enjoy the leaping letters - and read the "translation" below . . .

Make some order to table - place the black bowl
of ink in front of the white expanse of paper - lean
back a bit relaxing the pushing forward posture - feel
the cool air on my arms through the sweater - look
up and out and note the sky beginning to cloud over
the light dimming a little - one dove marches along
the top of the stone wall - touching in on the day - my
need for steadiness and doing the enlivening work -
black ink on my finger where the brush rests - the
mark of creative engagement - the ting of brush
ferrule on glass bowl edge - the tiny moves of life
& expression - so small - only seen by me in this mo-
ment - nothing to publish - and yet this is the heart
of the matter - noticing - intimate - close - small - here.


storydevi said...

beautiful writing like footprints of birds in snow and happy to read the translation afterwards. a reward.

Barbara Bash said...

what a nice visual association -
I read once that the ancient Chinese were looking at bird tracks when their first writing began to take shape !

brt said...

Your leaping letters are so clear that I don't need the translation. Your perceptions ground me in the moment with even greater clarity.

Barbara Bash said...

wow - you have a clear reading eye ! of course I can read it too but it's my familiar shapes out there . . .nice for me to write without worrying about someone being able to read it - allows some relaxation of gesture - and then sweet to still have it be taken in - the joining of text and spirit !

Anonymous said...

What happens i n me when I visit your blog is always a grateful relaxing breath, a reminder that the space you write from is available NOW for me too - and I realize that so often I seem to dwindle into loneliness when I do this on my own

Barbara Bash said...

glad for the shared space of exploration - yes it is an alone path - yet there are others walking along side. Happy that you can relax when you visit here. It's what we all need more of . . .

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