“Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?” – Mary Oliver
The last time I wandered the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder, some months ago, the street musicians were out in force. I sat for a long time, listening with eyes closed to a young man playing, of all things, the harp. Amazing. Beautiful. Rhythmic, flowing, inviting. I wanted to dance. I didn’t. But a little girl did, her parents sitting nearby. About seven years old, she turned in circles, her dress billowing in the air like the robe of a whirling dervish, her smile beatific. For a moment, I almost joined her. The urge was enormous. What stopped me?
About the Blog
These are the personal reflections of Jay Valusek on the process of Lectio Poetica, on nature, on poetry in general, and on some of words or phrases from poems we have used in our local gatherings.