7:30 BELLS: The Bells of Swept Away
So this was my last week of the year. The week when the wind rushed; the bells rang; the ideas came from my dreams, which came from my ideas, which came from living with the heart of the world. This was the week when everything resounded. I am writing and making sculptures as my very heart itself seems to be made manifest in the world. Manifest of the world.
I live for such weeks, such days. So forgive me, because I don’t want to stop the making or the writing to do a 7:30 BELLS post.
Wait! This is the epitome of a 7:30 BELLS post. This is ringing. This is being alive. So now back I go, ringing and rushing into the New Year.
Until next week—next year!
I live for such weeks, such days. So forgive me, because I don’t want to stop the making or the writing to do a 7:30 BELLS post.
Wait! This is the epitome of a 7:30 BELLS post. This is ringing. This is being alive. So now back I go, ringing and rushing into the New Year.
Until next week—next year!
7:30 BELLS Posts run every Tuesday.
7:30 BELLS Guest Posts run on the second and fourth Tuesdays of every month. Join me on January 14 for a guest post with author Nikki Grimes.
7:30 BELLS Guest Posts run on the second and fourth Tuesdays of every month. Join me on January 14 for a guest post with author Nikki Grimes.