Rock Friend
Photo by Amy LV
Students - When goldenrod blooms in our pasture, I think about back to school time. And here in Western New York, the roadsides are all golden glory right now. Our own college student children headed back to different cities and school and school supplies are on my mind.
Back to school time requires paper and pencils and crayons. But it also requires courage to begin something new. Sometimes a rock in my pocket gives me that kind of courage, and no one needs to know a thing about it.
Have you ever carried a secret lucky charm? Do you know someone who does? Is there an object that gives you strength? If so, you might wish to write about it.
If you wish to share your writing with someone else, go ahead.
If you wish to keep a secret, go ahead.
It's up to you!
I wish everyone going back to school - in whatever form - the joy and courage of new beginnings. We cannot know everything about how things we will go, but we can take care of each other and look for the good where it is and make it where we are able.
Elisabeth is hosting today's Poetry Friday roundup at Unexpected Intersections with an original poem titled "What the Marmot Knows." Please know that all are welcome each Friday as folks share poems, poem books, poetry ideas, and friendship.
xo,
Amy
This Morning's Goldenrod Glory
Photo by Amy LV
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I love seeing your posts right now and hope they can continue as you get busier and busier this fall. My friend, a brilliant teacher, retired in June. At her party she she had little, pretty, diamonds in her pocket which she privately handed to each of us, telling us how much we were like shiny lights in her life and in the lives of the students we teach. So a round stone or plastic diamond can bring reminders of how precious our time here is and how we can find strength in believing in ourselves and others.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my son who carried a rock for years. He just liked the feel of its dents and edges.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of something secret to carry that holds special meaning. Thanks for sharing, Amy.
ReplyDeleteI saw your poem on Instagram too, Amy. When Ingrid was younger & nervous, I gave her one of those tiny worry dolls to carry. When I was young, I carried a special penny, now long lost but I thought it helped. What a loving thing to write this school year's beginning!
ReplyDeleteOh, I can just FEEL that rock, between your wonderful poem and the picture. My hubby uses rocks often in his grief workshops, and others. Thanks for sharing, my friend. xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem - sure to give comfort and inspiration to anyone starting something new.
ReplyDeleteWhen we moved to France for a year and Duncan started in "Maternelle Grande Section" at 4, we soon learned that for him to get through his long day he needed pants with pockets--stretchy ones--and what he named his "crying supplies"--tissues, a photo of me and Fiona, and a card that helped him answer the stressful question of what he was doing for lunch each day. He also carried a tiny stuffed farmer figure from a soft toy set to keep him company. He went every day to school, never refused, but think how hard that must have been. He's off to Costa Rica on Wednesday, my brave boy! :) (I love your poem, of course.)
ReplyDeleteYour poem 'rocks', Amy. Perfect way to pocket our confidence. :)
ReplyDeleteI love your poem (the goldenrod in my garden hasn't quite bloomed yet) and will take your suggestion to write about some of my lucky charms. :-)
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