Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

There are days when you don’t know what you are doing. Three notes are written. One remains and begins like this. We need to focus, gain clarity and sweet understanding for all the things masking the guilt that follows. We write hiding from a little boy that calls our name. We stare out a window and see a red cardinal fly by quickly just as cardinals usually do. Our eyes almost missed it just as eyes often do. As for the robin we see, we are learning that they see each day as we would love to see it for ourselves, with sincerity and gratitude from the top of any branch. 

This is the way I would like to see days when nothing makes sense, with gratitude and a sincere heart. So what if it flies by quickly like cardinals. So what if some moments are fully clear like robins or without an ounce of understanding for this life we live. 

In the words of Morrison, there are 2 real freedoms. The first from those of your own who demand nothing but all of us, whether full or empty. The second writing. Anything, from your imagination, for any reason, your way. A hundred kinds of things will bloom when you liberate yourself, and let each moment fly by even if quickly like red cardinals as you nuzzle all your freedoms wildly. Even if coming out of hiding, even if the little boy wondered what took you so long, say to him and anyone else; words, only words freely written, our way, like robins from the top of branches…As for the remaining notes, only time will tell.