Meri's Musings

Steven of The Golden Fish recently talked about a meme in which he decided to participate, one in which the assignment was to choose a book, turn to page 161, find the fifth complete sentence and cite it on your blog. He'd been tagged by The Road Less Traveled who referred back to someone named Susan at Stony River Farm , who had tagged her, and well you can see it can get complicated in this blog world trying to figure out where a good idea originated. (But it's fun to follow the trail, visiting places you've never gone.) Deciding to play along, though I hadn't been tagged, I chose a book of blessings by the late John O'Donohue called To Bless the Space Between Us . Here's what I found. So at the end of this day, we give thanks For being betrothed to the unknown And for the secret work Through which the mind of the day And wisdom of the soul become one. "At the End of the Day" copyright 2009 Meri Arnett-Kremian How many of us fight the uncertain...

I read a blog post the other day from a woman who confessed she was having trouble owning herself as an artist. I totally get that. I think of myself as someone who engages in self-expression, rather than as an Artist. But somehow reading her story got me thinking about artistic endeavors in my life and the transformative power unleashed. Creative expression is enormously healing. So for Steven's meme today on Transformational Moments, I offer this account. Back a few years ago, when I separated from my ex (he of yesterday's post), I floundered as you might expect. My life had focused on loving this man, mothering our children, trying to anticipate and meet my husband's and kids' every need. The "Me" I was intended to be had grown shadowy and vague, like the colors in photographs taken long ago. I had taken all responsibility for the success of our relationship and that meant I had to shoulder all the blame for his repeated misdeeds, at least in my mind which...

I have a confession. I collect words. I hoard phrases that catch my attention as my eyes skim across a page. I make hostages of word families that stroll along the paths in my mind. Like these: * * * * dissecting her own demented time fractured and quivering hearts amplify dragons at the gate hope's hostage soaring aloft on an updraft of love to the fresh light of resurrection emerging from the shadow of your darkness * * * * When I'm bursting with the urge to write, I pull them out and let them arrange themselves poetically. Right now, I'm running a little low. I haven't been catching words before they run away. Do you have words lying around, not being used, filling up a page or two in a catch-all journal that you might share with me? Some of you pluck such beautiful words right out of your imaginations and paste them on the page, like the Creator hanging stars on the sky. Like Rebecca , Sweetest in the Gale , Beth, Elk , Relyn, Deb , Kat (Poetikat) Michelle (Poe...