Hello Subscribers,
I appreciate you very much.
Thank you for being here with me, thank you for reading this, thank you for caring about what might arise herein, thank you for embarking on prompt journeys, and thank you for sharing your resultant creations. It is a sweet gift to experience them. It is a sweet gift to know when my offerings bear fruit for you.
Speaking of bearing fruit, in case you missed it, here is a fruitful journey into the orchard. In the ripening of the turning of seasons, mightn’t it be a perfect time to enter into this one? Even if you have already partaken, perhaps there is yet another fruiting within you…
There is also a brand new poetry prompt journey available. This one invites you to explore the ways that colors can delight, surprise, resonate.
I am grateful to share that this poem has been updated to include translations by Zhor Arfaoui (Arabic) and Nitzan Saar (Hebrew).
I apologize for not being as communicative as I would like to be.
It is challenging for me to prioritize anything beyond the tragic, devastating, unbearable, unthinkable horrors occurring in the “holy land”—
—and the intensification of hatred, radicalization and extremism the world over.
It is a jarring, surreal experience to be gaslit about what you can clearly see unfolding in broad daylight, in real time.
I can’t find the words to say what I want to say about the fact that I can’t say anything about it that will say it right.
And even saying this makes me feel disgusted with myself.
It is beyond difficult to explain.
I have no words.
I am sorry.
My heart is broken and…I don’t know.
I am really really trying.
I still believe that peace is possible.
I still believe that we are cousins.
I still believe that deradicalization is possible.
I want to tell you everything, but it feels like I have no right to say anything.
And still, the seasons do turn, the tide does roll in and out, the sun does rise and set, the heart continues to beat…
..I hope you enjoy the prompt journey.
Sending hope,
Rachel
Dear Rachel,
Thank you so much for letting us be embraced by the boat of your words even in the most stormy time of your life. I've been thinking what to say and thinking I'd better say nothing in this time because even the kindest word could be a thornful burden for the most delicate souls. I sometimes almost give up thinking our society will make a right decision for justice and human rights for the most vulnerable people as you know, but I still believe we, poets, can use the words as blessing for making this world better and safer place to live.
Thank you so much for being here, Rachel.
Thank you so much for being Rachel.
Thank you so much for being, Rachel.