12. Day 13: An Ekphrastic Pickle
I am in a pickle. Or rather I feel like a pickle (tart, juicy, but with pursed lips). This is the month I have chosen to extend love (and light and noticing) to my Feeling(s). For the past few years I have been experiencing (and writing about) God/God’s Love/the Universe in everything. I am inspired by the smallest camellia petal piled on the ground like so much fuchsia snow to the unexpected delight in our new shiny black garbage bin just delivered by the County. Why then, am I having no feelings for the art which is the subject of my poetry class at the Crocker? What is blocking...
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