I have cobbled a life from many smaller ventures. Four years ago, there was one center to my existence.
I woke up mornings with an ache in my jaw. Went through the motions. Practiced performance.
Since then, I am following the words of a mentor and trusting the mystery. I have gathered experience and opportunity like patches for a quilt.
I stitch them together. I reflect. I’ve listened to the same music for hours, then moved on to a new song.
I’ve pondered my irritations and reconsidered my voice. I have written new poems and stopped deleting rough drafts.
I have followed another mentor’s advice and created folders to keep old ideas in. You never know when an idea from two months ago might find the right purpose today.
So I cobble or bricolage or whatever the word might be. I reconsider and reconcile wherever needed.
Tennessee. JD blogs about books at readingandlitresources.blogspot.com and has a new poetry collection just published, A Five-Year Journey.