It's been a busy couple of months, with several writing deadlines. Now, with deadlines met, I'm embracing the pause that follows the busyness of this spring.
When I think of pauses, my mind immediately goes to music. In musical notation, the symbols for pauses are called are rests. To me, rests are the punctuation of music - periods at the ends of phrases, breaks that allow us to process what we've just heard and to anticipate what might be coming next.
Pauses - rests - are full of potential. Like neurons, even at rest we are full of potential energy. Ideas hums and buzz beneath the surface. In the pauses, we can hear our own voice more clearly, and we can adjust our focus - zooming out or in on our life for a change of perspective.
As I'm enjoying this pause, I'm also enjoying the new anthology edited by Tabatha Yeatts: Imperfect II poems about perspective: an anthology for middle schoolers. I'm honored that my poem "To the Pansy by the Front Door" is included alongside so many other poets whose work I admire.
The pansy in the the poem was real. It grew next to the front door of our house in Alaska and returned year after year, throughout my middle school and high school years. Perhaps it's the reason I am always delighted to see flowers like this one thriving in unexpected places.
You can buy your copy of the Imperfect II anthology here, and if you'd like to learn more about how some of the poets featured in the Imperfect II anthology gain perspective in their own lives, check out the Imperfect II blog.