The prompt for this week’s meeting comes from a passage in the book “Saved By A Poem”, by Kim Rosen.
She describes talks she had with her 98-year-old grandmother, who was dying:
Sometimes we’d sing together:
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Until I sang this song with my 98-year-old grandmother, her body pumping as if paddling toward the veil between the worlds, I’d never heard its wisdom. “It’s true, isn’t it, Nana?” I would ask her. “Life is the dream. Where you’re going , maybe that’s the reality.” She didn’t answer, but I felt her press her cheek into my hand as we began the song again.
Write from any inspiration you take from the passage above.
The above and poem below is by Samantha Reynolds, with photo credit to Ritta Ikonen and Norwegian Photographer Karoline Hjorth.
I Am Not Old
I am not old…she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
You think I am waiting to die
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
Spend a moment gazing at the photo. Consider the possibilities:
Who is your Yoni? Describe. Tell about a time you spent with her.
What does it mean to age?
Who are you? Do others see you as you see yourself?
What lands on Yoni’s nest? Who lives on (or in) Yoni’s head?
You are rare. A treasure. A map. What are you, and where have you been?