I love and have always loved the exploration of… some journey from, through, around, up or down someplace.
This is why the book is called “Inner Immigrant”. It begs the question,
What landscape and terrain reflects your life?
What filled/fills the landscape in these different parts of your life? Is there quicksand, beautiful flowers, trees, springs and alligators? How would you write or paint this? Play around with it.
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—The last Rabbit Trail—
In the last Rabbit Trail (#5) , I shared the exhilarating nature a teacher feels when a student “gets it”. Check out the poem below.
Rabbit Trails || The Teacher
Eyes like a wick Anticipation of fire A child inside of an adult An adult inside of a child, and again… I’ve seen Explosives Reverberating smiles “They get it” I’ve got it We’ve done it. Now let’s burn another wick Inner Immigrant is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
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