the beginnings

Harrowing by Parker Palmer

The plow has savaged this sweet field

Misshapen clods of earth kicked up

Rocks and twisted roots exposed to view

Last year’s growth demolished by the blade.

I have plowed my life this way

Turned over a whole history

Looking for the roots of what went wrong

Until my face is ravaged, furrowed, scarred.

Enough. The job is done.

Whatever’s been uprooted, let it be

Seedbed for the growing that’s to come.

I plowed to unearth last year’s reasons–

The farmer plows to plant a greening season.

I recently sent this poem to a friend of mine and forgot how good it was for me to read those words...
The following are some "lyrics?" that i jotted down while thinking through a lot of things



I've become sucked into this place that doesn't let me breathe fresh air

I'm breathing in recycled pain and sadness and fear

How do I let it out and start again?

Remove myself from the disappointment?

Eager for whatever comes my way

Grateful for the day

When did it all become this way?

Time to experiment

and lift myself up out of this pit

Look at things more clearly now

Without the scars and veils and clouds

That used to cover the beauty that lies within