I love this poem, Sometimes, by David Whyte.

When I read it images of ancestors and wise ones are

evoked, of magic and firelight and alchemy. I also love the word, sometimes.

 

In the uncertain times we are living through, for me the word Sometimes speaks to the idea that things change, that we are connected to this mysterious world and that Sometimes, we can re-member ourselves through story-telling and walking through shimmering beds of leaves in the forest.

 

I invite you to find a cozy place to write and allow yourself to be guided by this poem, perhaps writing from the word Sometimes, to create your own Autumn poem or using the phrase, from the later part of the poem:

 

What are the "questions that can make or unmake a life," what are the "questions that have patiently waited for you"....?

 

Allow yourself to read the poem and then see what sparks your imagination and as always, I would love to hear what you have written if you wish to share.

 

Sometimes by David Whyte

Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest,

breathing like the ones in the old stories,

who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests,

conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what you are doing right now,

and to stop what you are becoming while you do it,

questions that can make or unmake a life,

questions that have patiently waited for you,

questions that have no right to go away.

"Run my dear from anything that does not strengthen your beautiful budding wings." Hafiz