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The Crossroads in Every Step
BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
We breathe in intersections, taking in here, exhaling there,
memory and physiology, myth and heartwood, daring leap and long sleep –
all right here at the crossroads. Take peace, for instance and always,
how it unfurls from the lean edge of a branch, spreads itself into
a recognizable shape, like leaf or what’s left of the sky between leaves,
and then, when it’s time, hardens off, falls, flies, lands, turns into
what feeds the tree. Nothing you can simply hold in your hand
for more than a moment. Yet the air is different, easier to breathe,
sharper in its brilliance.
This is all to say that there’s no place that’s not an intersection.
You’re born out of two people’s intersection, you die by entering deeply
into another crossroads. No place that’s not edge, no time that’s not
all times, what you’ve lived petaling out, what you’re living rooting down.
When the seasons tilt, and the land beneath you slides, so do you.
The world is made of the glimmer between things, the light left by one
for another, the dull shine of mid-afternoon on the driveway gravel,
the iridescence of the car’s reflection in the side view mirror.
Giving peace a chance simply means arriving where you are,
in the whirl of motion, the breath of give and take, the large light
igniting itself at the intersection of wherever you are.
Write about what giving peace a chance means to you, or write about the symbol of crossroads (as in, what is at the crossroads of your life right now?).
Beginning a writing practice? Getting started, groundrules to free you, and podcasts of other writing prompts. Visit Caryn’s Write From Your Life page (http://carynmirriamgoldberg.wordpress.com/write-from-your-life/)
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