I used to be there.
I’m still not here.
That in between place.
Someplace new, unsettling
and uncertain.
A chance to create.
Space to grow.
Time to mellow,
Slow down,
Let go,
Go deeper.
Let it be.
May, 2019
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Thanks Jim.
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Hi Harry:
Nice poem. Made me think of a workshop with Fred. He spoke about going from A to B and how some people stay at A, some frantically move to B. While others try to get to B but go back to A. Fred said he never wants to get to B because creativity happens in between.
Best, Howard
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Thanks Howard. So glad my poem brought Newman’s words back to you.
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