Happy New Year and happy writing/reading!
A lovely session! Not a cross word was exchanged although the exchanging of crossword clues did play a major role; sorry for the feeble pun – I’ll blame it on an overdose of cracker jokes! So yes, while completing a crossword with my younger son one morning over Christmas – involving lots of head scratching, lots of random and incorrect guesses, and lots of laughter – we decided that I should take a crossword along to the next Doorway writing session. So I did. I shared some clues out between the three main tables where guests were eating and left some spare blank copies of the whole puzzle on the writing group table. Clues were duly answered on all tables and one guest (L) even requested an entire blank puzzle and proceeded to complete it – ‘with a little help from his friends’. And yes, we did mention the Beatles song and its relevance to all of life (and to all of us)!
At the writing table itself, we had – as ever – some fascinating discussions. We spoke about the creative and expressive possibilities offered by inventing words; we reckoned Shakespeare did it, lots of poets do it, and families and groups of friends do it all the time. We also discussed the therapeutic benefits of writing (sending out our SOS/message in a bottle) versus the vulnerability you can feel when you allow others to hear and read what you’ve written. Ultimately we decided between us that the pros outweigh the cons and that sharing our feelings with sympathetic listeners or readers can also help us to understand that we are never alone, others have been there before us and are often journeying with us.
So here then are two written contributions from the session: the first from H, the second from J (whose story from the December blog will be continued very soon; a big thank you to those of you who are waiting eagerly but patiently.)
A poem by H
What has God created us for?
How can we contemplate his thoughts?
Can anybody understand and help each other?
Should we listen or go to live alone on a pole?
Somebody give an answer to life’s pointlessness and darkness
Just give it up and subject all to God and let go of all
There is no point except what he knows and wants for you
But how do I start allowing it?
Free will or a pattern that I can’t get out of?
I hurt God and it makes me punish myself and turn everyone.
Have mercy! Kyrie eleison!
Loose Leaves – a poem by J
The New Year is rising
Like a Phoenix from the cinders
of the old
A time for learning
and leaves for turning
But in my room
all the leaves strewn
are loose leaves
But they say every cloud
has a silver lining
Every book has a binding
And maybe these loose leaves
May be bound to turn.