Wednesday, August 26, 2009

grace at work

This week I’m thinking about process again. Or rather, process hit me over the head. I wrote a poem after three signs I saw rubbed against each other in my subconscious for a few weeks.

Grace Street – One Way reads a sign in Rockland, Maine. Beautiful! Had to take a photo. The Self Storage sign in Oakland has Taxidermy lettered on top. That day I thought storing my Self was a pretty good idea, especially if I could get it stuffed and permanently out of the way. And right up the hill is the Redemption Center for those Maine bottles we have to deposit money for. I though redeeming myself was a good idea, too.

A few days ago I read a reflective piece on the Bible story of the woman at the well – a redemption story for sure. And the next thing I knew, my brain put it all together and a pantoum was born! Grace at work!


  1. Hi.

    I saw a sign in or near Phippsburg, Maine a few years ago that I loved. Not profound perhaps, but telling. It read:

    "Wrong Way! Go Back! This is not the way to Hermit Island!"

    I beg to differ. ;)

    I don't know if it's still there or not. I ddn't have a camera with me at the time, and I can't remember where it was located exactly.

    I'm from, Rockland, btw. Nice post.

  2. The process is an elegant mystery at times, isn't it? It takes a degree of faith to let it all find a way to come together.

  3. Hi, Joyce!
    I've finally caught up on your past posts. (If I'd read them sooner, I'd have learned about Japan...) Your process inspires me.


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