From Dawn to Dusk the journal

Tuesday, May 29, 2001 * the power of poetry... "Think still of lovely things that are not true. Let wish and magic work at will in you..." These words pop into my head now and then.  They are from a poem by Louise Driscoll.  Poetry, like music and other true art forms, seems to hold a secret - an embodiment of the human spirit... a spiritual capsule of sorts... whatever... Meanwhile I'm content to emerse myself in random words that tumble hither and yon within my head and occasional stumble upon an old memory - pieces and parts of poems once known.  Certain lines that "fit" an unknown place within my psyche are retained only to pop out at odd or perhaps not so odd times. Right now the words at the beginning of today's journal are running through my head...  Why? I'm sure that I don't know.  But I love the words... and for some odd reason I need those words. Maybe it's fast approaching the time last year when life began to fall apart.  Maybe I'm superstitious and whether consciously or unconsciously, that old enemy fear is creeping stealthily in... Well, if I've a choice (and there's always a choice), then I choose not to be afraid.  I choose to "think still of lovely things that are not true..." And it's late and as always I've gone to a place I hadn't planned to go.  But I needed to write as it's been too long.  Tomorrow I will write about mundane things. Goodnight and Good Morrow! Rian