While going through my Master’s degree I had a class where we were given some assignment to do about ourselves and our growth process over time. This was a part of my Dance/Movement Therapy degree and it was an intense self-discovery process at the same time. At the end of the semester we would all present our assignments to the class. I had a drawing on a large poster board showing the roots underground and the growth above, I think maybe a tree, and I wrote some words about it all. After I presented this to our class the teacher said I was a poet. Well, I remember it was like a slap or a shock to be called a poet. AT the time I just disregarded it completely as I was in this dance therapy course and movement was what it was all about after all.
Now I look back, and to the present
And realize my time when inspiration strikes
and I feel a channel open up
to creative writing
it seems like most of the time
the words that come our are
in the form of a poem.
How cool to finally meet myself here
and recognize something once again
that was acknowledged to me almost
thirty years ago!
Loving this on
Harini ( Heather Goss ) © 2015