A Crack in the Rock
One purpose, or maybe better to say, one expectation of Women Moving the Edge is that all participants express themselves in their own way. So today we had different kind of offerings, like poetry read to us and life background music at some moments. Here is a poem written by one of the partipants 5 years ago, but so perfect for our time together.
A crack in the rock
By Cari Caldwell
A crack in the rock
Scarce fertility for the seedling
To sprout
Vague concepts won’t grow a redwood
Won’t support the heavy bow of responsibility
Won’t uplift the root inspiration
Sweat waters the unnourished ground.
Hands dig the hole.
Arms carry shovels
Heads down and focused…
For the sake of what?
The wind blows forward sand
Smoothing surfaces unrecognizable
Fools arrive with their shovels
attempting to crack the same rock.
Wise women observe the wind;
They watch its shadow.
They sit.
Hold then loosen, knowing, knowing
Knowing when the heavens will open
Knowing when to go home
How do
they know?
How do they know?
They invited wind over for tea.
They washed her hair.
In relation with relation
Wisdom bestowed
Shoots to redwoods.