The Spontaneity Factor

August 22, 2010  |  Poetry Prompt

In Mary Oliver’s popular poem, The Summer’s Day, she asks,

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

This question I pose to myself often, as choices arise.  Following my own bursts of energy in response to options seems to work best.  If it enlivens and excites me, it’s probably   where I belong.  But trusting my bliss is not easy for a triple Capricorn.  Responsibilities loom.  When my choice feels like an axe between my “should”-er blades and my energy drains, it is pretty obvious I am swimming upstream.

Creativity arises out of the tension between spontaneity and limitations, the latter (like the river banks) forcing the spontaneity into the various forms which are essential to the work of art or poem. –Rollo May

For me, the delight of inspiration; images, language and metaphor bubbling into my consciousness to spill onto the page is equal to the joy of crafting those words into form.  Right brain/left brain— poetry is a bridge between the two.

Maybe it was the clear winter light and the white foam that sparked it. My friend, Nathalie and I were strolling on New Brighton beach, chatting about our mutual passion for inspiring creativity in others.  We both love dance and painting and poetry.   As our combined ideas began to flow, we could feel the burst of energy and enthusiasm. We imagined offering a day of spontaneous expression in a nurturing circle of women.

We envisioned a — Day Spa for the Soul.

So we’ve co-created a day  —  rich with nourishing fun, booked a venue and now can’t wait for you to come along and join us  on Monday, the 6th of September.

PS.  Don’t forget to enter our poetry prompt competition.


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