Welcome to The Weekly Sher.
Revisiting and using my life stories as examples for this column has clarified the patterns and choices that shifted and formed my persona, my outlook on life.
As I come across journals and letters, I’m finding clues and surprises that seem good to share here for your consideration, too. So today, a few journal entries from past decades along with some current paintings.
Just Tell Them Who You Are
(She knew so much she spent herself Deciding, selecting what to reveal.)
If I'm fluid, I'm not clear
And free-flowing, No.
I'm thick and heavy and dense.
If I'm solid, I'm amorphous,
Apt to soften and melt.
I hover between solid and liquid,
Vague and nebulous.
I've seldom felt like air,
Unless flying…
Though wind has visited.
And fire?
Yes, I crave the sun.
I hide in the eye of the storm
Not because I'm a coward.
I don't know my place yet
In the surrounding violence.
I can't take part
Until I understand.
Just Wait
A little too much waiting,
And I remember Penelope.
I can do it, too.
But some days the clouds
Stay too long, too low.
We're all trying to decide…..
To wait some more,
Or go ahead and cry.
A little too much looming
For comfort.
It seems like
A mighty long time
Cha Cha Cha.
Thirty Thousand
The tired goddess rose early
To wash her faded white cardigan
By hand for the last time
(The weave was thin
The wool was balled)
She squeezed and shaped
And laid it out flat on the air----
A cloud for my jet to fly over.
Let's Do
Let's do this again sometime.
OK…but let's do it this time first.
Give me a sign if you can relate….
So much resonates. You evoke so much with a few words. I share these with my daughter, who struggled with comparisons, and now has a daughter recording private, sad, self-loathing thoughts. My daughter learned who she is, but for my granddaughter--I wish I were able to just pick her up and move her to the place where she can have a different perspective. But I know that if she skips ahead, and misses the learning moments, it won't belong to her. For me--always room for a little more evolving to take place, a little more self-awareness to settle in, and your words give me a moment to reflect. Thanks!
Yeah! Yeah, yeah! You go right for the heart and the hidden parts, Sherry. If this is what it's like to be killed, kill me again. --From somewhere between dog and tree.